When dawn becomes a promise dimmed, And starlight fades to ashen skies, We clutch at embers, hope-deprived, Seeking comfort in forgotten lies. We sculpt illusions with precision, Of perfect futures, oh so bright. We turn blind eyes to bad decisions, As truth disintegrates to night. With hearts that yearn for solace sweet, We paint our scars in beauty’s shade, A mask of denial, so bittersweet, Oh, The human masquerade. We chase mirages in the sand, A shimmering escape from turbulent seas, We cross our hearts with trembling hands, To finally put our weary souls at ease. The heart’s a funny thing when Hope is lost, We spin a web of dreams, both false and fair, A wishful thought, not thinking of the cost, To shield ourselves from truths we cannot bear. With tattered wings, we cling to fleeting light, Ignoring whispers of the coming night.