In the abyss of thoughts, a twisted tale spun,
Where reason fades and madness won.
Echoes of despair, hauntingly clear,
In the void of silence, dread draws near.

Illusions dance, veils of deceit,
Truth obscured, lies repeat.
Faces worn, masks of lies,
In the hollow echoes, conscience dies.

Words like daggers, cutting deep,
In the realm of shadows, secrets keep.
No solace found in the depths of night,
Just endless echoes of futile fight.

The dark narrative, a haunting song,
Where right and wrong seem lost and gone.
In the shattered mirror of broken dreams,
Reality fades, nothing as it seems.

So we wander, lost and blind,
In the labyrinth of our troubled mind.
Searching for light, in shadows deep,
But finding only echoes that silently weep.
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