Shadows dance in the corners of my mind,
Whispers echo, a cacophony of despair,
Eyes that see but do not find,
A reality fractured beyond repair.

In the mirror, a stranger stares back,
Haunted by memories that never fade,
Sanity, a fragile thread, starts to crack,
Lost in the darkness, forever afraid.

The clock ticks, but time stands still,
Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a plea,
Bound by chains of an unyielding will,
Seeking an escape from this cruel decree.

Yet in the chaos, a spark of light,
Faint but persistent, refuses to die,
A glimmer of hope in the endless night,
That even in madness, the soul can fly.