In the depths of night, where shadows dwell,
There lies a tale we seldom tell.
A journey through a starless sky,
Where dreams are born, yet left to die.
Addiction, silent serpent, creeps,
In hearts where secret sorrow sleeps.
It offers solace, sweet and brief,
Yet trades in joy for endless grief.
A glass, a puff, a hollow thrill,
A fleeting calm, a bitter pill.
It promises to dull the pain,
Yet leaves a stain, a lasting chain.
In mirrored depths, the self is lost,
A hollow echo, a heavy cost.
A dance with demons in the dark,
A spark of light, extinguished, stark.
But in this tale of shadows deep,
A thread of hope we choose to keep.
For every soul that's lost its way,
There shines the dawn of a new day.
The path to freedom, steep and long,
Is walked by those who're brave and strong.
The chains may bind, but can be broken,
In whispered words of love unspoken.
For in the heart, the spirit's flame,
Burns brighter than any shame.
And though the journey may seem dire,
There's strength within, a phoenix's fire.
So rise, oh soul, from ashes lift,
Embrace the dawn, accept the gift.
For every end, a new beginning,
In every loss, the chance of winning.
Addiction, though a fearsome foe,
Cannot quench the inner glow.
Within each heart, a hero's might,
To face the dark, and seek the light.