In the shadows of illusion,
Lies a dance with despair,
Where dreams are but a whisper,
Fading into thin air.

The needle’s kiss, the powder’s embrace,
A fleeting escape from pain,
Yet in the haze of euphoria,
Only sorrow does remain.

Chasing ghosts in a dim-lit maze,
Searching for a spark,
But the light grows ever faint,
Lost in the consuming dark.

Yet amid the broken pieces,
A glimmer of hope appears,
For even in the deepest night,
Dawn’s salvation nears.