In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Lies a battle fought, unseen, unkind.
The lure of solace in a toxic embrace,
A fleeting moment, a treacherous grace.

Through hazy nights and endless days,
The soul wanders in a foggy maze.
Chasing dreams that slip through fingers,
As the poison within relentlessly lingers.

Once vibrant eyes now dimmed by plight,
A heart once strong, now lost in the fight.
Whispers of hope, drowned by despair,
In the grasp of addiction, a heavy snare.

Yet within the darkness, a spark remains,
A flicker of strength amidst the chains.
For every shadow cast by night,
There is a dawn that brings new light.