In the depths where shadows creep,
A haunting silence, a promise to keep.
Each line a whisper, secrets entwined,
A mirror reflecting the battles unkind.
The blade glimmers cold, a siren’s call,
In moments of weakness, it draws us to fall.
A fleeting release, a momentary bliss,
Yet the echoes of sorrow seep deeper than this.
Behind every smile, a tempest brews fierce,
A heart wrapped in anguish, its edges like pierce.
The night stretches long, devouring the light,
Each cut a confession, a scream in the night.
Blood like ink stains the page of despair,
Every scar tells a story, a burden to bear.
Hope feels like fiction, a tale left untold,
In the depths of the dark, our spirits grow cold.
Yet within this abyss, a flicker may fight,
A battle ignites in the silence of night.
Though shadows may whisper, and darkness may call,
We summon our courage to rise from the fall.
In the depths where shadows creep,
We claw for the light that the darkness would keep.
With every new scar, we carve out our fate,
A testament whispered, too heavy with weight.
