In shadows deep, where light does fade,
A whisper calls in the night’s parade.
The lure of solace, a fleeting dream,
Entwines the soul in a silent scream.

The needle’s kiss, a cruel embrace,
Leaves marks of sorrow upon the face.
A fleeting high, a moment’s grace,
Then plunges deep into the void’s embrace.

Hope once bright, now dimmed and frail,
Lost in the depth of a darkened trail.
Eyes that once shone with life’s sweet light,
Are now but echoes in the endless night.

Yet in the heart, a spark remains,
Waiting to break from the binding chains.
A cry for help, a plea to mend,
In the battle against the darkness, to ascend.