In the silent whispers of a restless night,
The shadows creep, consuming light,
A fleeting high, a dangerous flight,
Through the haze, we lose our sight.

Promises of euphoria, sweet and divine,
Masking the poison within the line,
The soul’s cry, a hidden sign,
For freedom lost, a steep decline.

Dreams shattered, hopes entwined,
In a web of addiction, cruelly designed,
Hearts break, and minds confined,
In the prison of choices, unrefined.

Yet within the darkness, a beacon shines,
A call to arms, in sober lines,
Rise above, break free from binds,
Embrace the light, where hope aligns.