In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Shadows dance with secrets, dark and unkind.
A whisper of solace in a bottle’s embrace,
Yet the silence screams in an empty space.

The taste of freedom, a fleeting mirage,
Chains of dependence, a relentless barrage.
Nights blur into mornings, lost in the haze,
Trapped in the cycle, a never-ending maze.

Memories fade like smoke in the night,
Dreams dissolve in the absence of light.
Faces once cherished, now ghostly and faint,
The soul’s canvas stained with tainted paint.

Hope flickers dimly, a fragile flame,
Fighting through shadows, seeking to reclaim.
From the depths of despair, a silent plea,
For a life unbound, for a mind set free.