In the twilight's embrace, he stood alone,
A heartache hidden, sorrow overthrown.
Concealed in shadows, his pain found no voice,
Yearning for invisibility, a fleeting choice.
Between existence's reality and void's embrace,
Masking true emotions, a skillful surface to trace.
The dagger in his heart, a secret he keeps,
A fragment of himself, lost in memories' deep.
Tears, unspoken whispers, glistened in his eyes,
Rebellious laughter, disguising his cries.
Scars etched upon his soul, memories of old,
Remnants of a past that could never be sold.
Like a deceiving slumber in the winter's chill,
He sought truth, hidden within deceitful thrill.
A paradoxical reality, a puzzle to unfold,
An empty heart, yet full of stories untold.
Sorrow and hate, entwined within his core,
A dance of emotions, a soul left sore.
Haunted by shadows, memories entwined,
A heart wounded, longing to leave pain behind.
Bitterness seeped through every word he spoke,
In haunted echoes, his shattered heart broke.
The night's cloak, a shield from the light,
As he wandered in darkness, lost in the night.
In this tapestry of anguish and despair,
A soul yearned for solace, a chance to repair.
Lost within the labyrinth of his mind,
Seeking redemption, a chance to rewind.
Within sorrow's grasp, he tried to hold,
A path towards healing, stories yet untold.
The dagger in his heart, a constant pain,
A symbol of a life forever marked by strain.
