In the shadows of the night, they creep and crawl,
Whispers in the dark, an unrelenting call.
A siren’s song, sweet and deadly, they weave,
Promising solace, yet only pain they leave.

The mirror reflects a hollow, haunted face,
Eyes once bright, now lost in a desolate space.
Dreams dissolve in a haze of fleeting highs,
Each dose a step towards an impending demise.

Chains unseen, yet heavy, bind the will,
A battle rages silent, in the heart, still.
Hope flickers faint, beneath the weight of lies,
Seeking light, where darkness fills the skies.

Yet within the soul, a warrior fights,
Against the grip of cold, consuming nights.
For every dawn, a chance to break free,
To reclaim life, to once again, just be.