In the depths of my soul, a spark had long been dimmed, A flame that once burned bright, with passions and dreams within. The embers of my heart, once warm with love and light, Had smoldered down to ash, in the dark of endless night.
The world still seemed to mock, with its cruelty and pride, But I stood tall, with a heart full of fire, and a soul alive. The depraved awakening, had been a brutal, bitter birth, But I had emerged, reborn, with a newfound sense of worth.
But then I saw her, a vision of beauty and pain, A siren singing sweet melodies, that beckoned me to remain. Her eyes, like darkest coal, shone bright with inner fire, As she whispered secrets in my ear, of a heart that still aspired.
The awakening was brutal, like a slap in the face, A harsh reminder of the darkness that had taken its place. The mirror reflected back, a stranger's hollow stare, A shell of what I once was, with no hint of care.