In the quiet whispers of the night,
Lies a hunger that never sleeps,
A shadow lurking just out of sight,
Where the soul silently weeps.
The poison courses through my veins,
A fleeting escape from the storm,
Yet the relief is wrapped in chains,
Binding me to a twisted norm.
Memories fade like distant dreams,
Reality blurs in a haze of gray,
Once vibrant hopes torn at the seams,
As the addiction leads me astray.
Still, I search for the light inside,
A flicker of hope to guide my way,
To break free from where shadows hide,
And find redemption in a new day.