I stand amidst the storm, hands tied in dread,  
The winds of fate howl, silent tears I shed.  
My cries are swallowed by the night’s abyss,  
As shadows mock my yearning for solace.  

Every heartbeat echoes with futile despair,  
A puppet on strings, suspended in the air.  
The world spins, relentless, without my say,  
A dance of destiny, where I’ve lost my way.  

Chains of circumstance tighten ‘round my soul,  
Ambitions shattered, beyond my control.  
In this abyss, I grasp at fading light,  
But hope’s a phantom, elusive in the night.  

Dreams once vivid now crumble to dust,  
Promises broken, in shadows they rust.  
I reach out for change, my fingers grasp air,  
An emptiness that whispers, "Life’s unfair."  

In silent rooms, I scream without a sound,  
A prisoner to fate, eternally bound.  
The weight of helplessness, a crushing wave,  
Drowns my spirit in its relentless grave.  

I fight against the tide, but my strength wanes,  
The battle within, lost in invisible chains.  
No solace in sight, no guiding star above,  
Just an endless night devoid of love.  

In the mirror, a stranger stares back at me,  
Eyes hollow, void of the dreams they used to see.  
A reflection of a life spiraling down,  
Where the crown of triumph is a thorny crown.  

Powerless, I crumble, a castle of sand,  
Washed away by life’s unyielding hand.  
In the depths of despair, I silently weep,  
For a time when my soul was mine to keep.  

But now I am lost, adrift in sorrow’s sea,  
Powerless, a shadow of who I used to be.  
In this daunting silence, I find no rest,  
A soul crushed by fate, forever oppressed.