Beneath the surface, cold and still,
There lies a place where shadows spill,
A darkened heart, where whispers creep,
And secrets coil in restless sleep.

Its chambers deep, a labyrinth,
Where light is lost in twisting synth,
A place where hope dare not reside,
And dreams are born, then cast aside.

No warmth can reach this hidden core,
Where echoes of despair implore,
The soul to sink in endless night,
Devoid of...