In the haze of midnight shadows,
Where whispers of desire roam,
Addiction’s grip, a vice so tight,
Yet love’s soft light leads me home.

Through the storms of endless craving,
My heart, a ship lost at sea,
Love’s beacon shines, unwavering,
Guiding me to where I’m free.

Each touch a spark of healing,
In the chaos of my mind,
Love’s embrace, so deeply feeling,
Breaks the chains that cruelly bind.

For in love’s pure, gentle presence,
Addiction’s voice grows weak and small,
And in the arms of tender essence,
I find solace, I find all.