In the shadows where whispers fade,
Lies the silent agony of the heart,
A tale woven in threads of despair,
Where echoes of yesterday tear apart.
The night holds secrets in its grasp,
Each star a distant, cold lament,
In the solitude where dreams collapse,
Pain becomes the soul’s discontent.
Through the corridors of endless night,
A journey marked by silent screams,
In the realm where shadows take flight,
Pain dances through fragmented dreams.
Yet in this darkness, a gentle light,
Soft and faint, begins to grow,
A promise that beyond all fright,
Hope will guide and heal the woe.