A shadowed path, where hope departs, no dream remains in weary hearts. Illusions fade, no solace near, self is all, dispelling cheer.
Truth unveiled, a stark display, more than all they seek astray. A phantom lack, a hollow plea, on bodies bound, they cannot flee.
Aimless wander, blind pursuit, of wholeness sought, a barren fruit. Believing lies, their spirits weep, lost in the self, where shadows sleep.
