In shadows deep where whispers creep, 
A tempest brews beneath the sleep. 
With every choice, a fragile thread, 
Turns light to dark, as hope is shed. 

The mirror cracks, a fractured face, 
Reflects the weight of time and space. 
Each scar a tale of battles fought, 
In silence loud, the lessons taught. 

An ember glows, then fades away, 
What once was bright now loses sway. 
With hands of fire, I grasp the sun, 
Yet burn the bridge before I run. 

A dance with fate, a fleeting glance, 
In chaos found, I lose the chance. 
The walls I build, the gates I close, 
In thorns of doubt, the heartache grows. 

But through the haze, a flicker glints, 
A whisper soft, a hope that hints. 
From ashes gray, a phoenix rise, 
In self-destruction, the soul complies. 

For every fall, a strength anew, 
In wreckage lies a path to view. 
Embrace the scars, let shadows part, 
In brokenness, find the art.