In shadows deep where silence weaves,
A heart once warm now softly grieves.
Beneath the weight of a heavy night,
Hope flickers dimly, just out of sight.

Cold whispers echo in my hollow chest,
Where joy once danced and light found rest.
The colors fade to ashen gray,
In the mirror's eyes—what’s left to say?

An empty room with thoughts that creep,
Where dreams lie shattered and darkness sleeps.
Each breath feels like a tethered sigh,
With every heartbeat wishing to die.

Yet even in the coldest grip of death's embrace
There lies a longing for warmth—a trace,
A spark unknown within the fight
To turn back towards a sliver of light.

But when hope slips through fingers so tight,
And emptiness swallows all delight,
Hold on for tomorrow—the dawn may gleam,
For even broken hearts can dare to dream.