In midnight’s maw where shadows loom,
I understand your silent scream.
The edge of night, a tomb-like room,
Where hope dissolves like a fevered dream.
In twilight’s grip, we face our doom,
Eclipsed by sorrow’s endless stream.

The brink, a precipice of pain,
A siren’s call to endless void.
In shattered glass, our faces wane,
Reflecting souls forever toyed.
The echoes haunt, a dark refrain,
Of dreams that fate has cruelly destroyed.

The world, a labyrinth of night,
With flames that lick the bones of past.
We walk on coals, devoid of light,
Through corridors where shadows cast.
The air is thick with ancient blight,
A haunting of the shadows vast.

Yet still, we trudge through fields of ash,
Each step a wound that cuts so deep.
We’re phantoms in a grim backlash,
In search of dreams that darkness keep.
The echoes of our footsteps clash,
With silent screams that never sleep.

Life’s a tempest, wild and vast,
A storm that gnaws the spirit raw.
We chase the dawn in shadows cast,
With hearts that bleed and minds in awe.
The winds of fate are cruel and fast,
Their whispers like a lion’s paw.

Battles rage within our veins,
A war of thoughts that tear and rend.
We fight the chains, the silent pains,
To stitch the heart that cannot mend.
In shadows deep, our courage wanes,
The darkness seems to have no end.

I tell myself, “This storm will break,
The night will yield to morning’s flame.”
Yet clouds of doubt, like serpents, snake,
And whisper lies to mar my name.
The dawn feels like a cruel mistake,
A promise wrapped in hollow fame.

Betrayal’s knife carves deep and cold,
In caverns where our secrets hide.
We wander lost, through forests old,
And seek the stars in emptiness wide.
The tales of trust, in silence told,
Become the ghosts that walk beside.

In crypts of sorrow, silence speaks,
A language forged in endless night.
Where shadows dance and daylight leaks,
Through cracks that seal our blighted sight.
The walls are cold, the ceiling creaks,
With echoes of our lost twilight.

The air is thick with whispered dread,
A fog that chokes the breath of hope.
We’re bound by threads of spider’s thread,
Entangled in despair’s tight rope.
In every step, a ghostly tread,
The weight of darkness’ endless cope.

Don’t judge the day by the weather’s whim,
For storms can mask the brightest sun.
Yet shadows cloak the heart within,
When all that’s bright and warm is done.
In twilight’s grasp, the light grows dim,
And every battle feels unwon.

When shadows seem too thick to bear,
And hope is but a fleeting ghost,
Remember why we linger there,
To find a spark, a guiding host.
In every tear, a silent prayer,
A plea to shadows, uttermost.

For every scar, a tale of night,
In every tear, a pool of grief.
Through endless dark, the soul takes flight,
A phoenix born from pain’s motif.
In shadowed realms, we lose our sight,
And seek in vain for brief relief.

No dawn will break this endless night,
No sun will pierce this veil of black.
We’re lost to time, devoid of light,
Forever trapped, no turning back.
In darkness deep, we lose the fight,
And fade into the endless black.