In the shadows, a whisper calls my name,
A silent plea, an unending game,
The chains of addiction, cold and tight,
Bind my soul in the dead of night.

A fleeting moment of false delight,
A spark in darkness, burning bright,
Yet in its wake, a void so deep,
A restless heart, no peace to keep.

The sun may rise, the day may break,
But in its light, the shadows wake,
A constant battle, a war unseen,
In the spaces where the soul has been.

And though the hope may seem so far,
Beyond the reach, a distant star,
The fight within, it must be won,
For in the end, the dawn will come.