In the silence of the night, a whisper calls,
Through the dimly lit alleys, where shadows fall,
Once vibrant eyes, now hollow and cold,
The story of a soul, so weary and old.

Chasing illusions in a haze of despair,
The grip of addiction, a relentless snare,
Dreams dissolve in a mist of smoke,
The weight of the world, a cruel joke.

Friends and family, just ghosts in the past,
The promise of tomorrow, slipping fast,
The heartache lingers, the wounds remain,
In the quest for solace, only pain.

Yet in the deepest darkness, a spark ignites,
A glimmer of hope, a chance for light,
To break the chains, to rise once more,
To find the strength, to heal the core.