In shadows deep, where whispers hide,
A poison flows, a silent tide,
It binds the soul in chains unseen,
In a world where hope had once been.

The mind ensnared, the heart grows cold,
Dreams once bright now dulled and old,
A fleeting high, a fleeting breath,
A dance with life, a dance with death.

The days grow long, the nights are bleak,
In hollow eyes, despair does speak,
A longing for a life once known,
Now lost in realms where shadows roam.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A chance to break these silent chains,
To find the strength, to stand and fight,
And step once more into the light.