In shadows deep, my soul retreats,
A refuge from the world's deceits.
An eerie calm, a twisted bliss,

The darkness beckons with its kiss.

Within these walls of solitude,
I seek escape from life's crude crude.
Mistress of my own demise,

I shun the world with hollow cries.

Beneath a moon's enchanting glow,
I dance with demons, fears in tow.
Their icy breath upon my neck,

Whispers of solace, a wicked trek.

But as the night wears thin and frail,
Reality's grip begins to prevail.
The masquerade must come undone,

My battles fought, the vices won.

No more the slave...