Shadows Grip

In the shadows, twisted schemes twist night,

Love's a prison, bars of silence tight.

Cold whispers sever ties unseen,

Trapped alone in a barren dream.

Lonely echoes, a heart in chains,

Silent shouts, lost in the rain.

Voices fade beneath the grip,

Of shadows where the light can’t slip.

Freedom feels a fleeting trip.

Eyes are blinded, truth concealed,

False reflections, wounds unhealed.

The world outside stays out of reach,

While lies dig deep with poison speech.

Isolation, dark and dense,

Where love and fear blur the sense.

Curtains close on hope’s faint light,

In the dark, she fights the night.

Calls unanswered, spirits weep,

She's a puppet, strings cut deep.

Love’s facade, a cruel charade,

Trapped beneath a false parade.

Lonely echoes, a heart in chains,

Silent shouts, lost in the rain.

Drowning in that shadow’s grip,

Freedom’s just a sinking ship.

But still she dreams of one last slip.