Whispers of the Forbidden Night

Disorienting sounds of sleep take hold,
sneaking into the corners of stories untold.
Morphing the script into an anthem of bliss,
setting me adrift in this forbidden abyss.

The night unfolds, a veil so thin,
where shadows dance and secrets begin.
Beliefs unravel, like threads in the dark,
as I drift deeper, losing my mark.

Feel what this has done, this surreal embrace,
a journey that leads to a shadowed place.
A presence looms in a grave so near,
changing my will, replacing fear.

To ransom my soul for one more taste
of the dreams that blur with shadows faced—
walking through lies forbidden and old,
finding the secrets that nightmares hold.

The disorienting hum of a whispered chant
sets me apart from the world I can’t recant.
For in this sleep, where dreams betray,
truth and illusion lead me astray.

The forbidden night is a siren’s call,
a place where reason begins to fall.
I walk through lies, through shadows deep,
seeking the secrets that never sleep.

A way to a presence that calls my name,
changing my fate in this surreal game.
To ransom my truth for the taste of sin—
a wayward path I find within.

Disorienting sounds that lull my soul,
a melody of dreams that take their toll.
For in this night where bliss deceives,
I find the lies that no one believes.