In the quiet night, the shadows creep,
A whispering ghost, it never sleeps.
Promises of solace, a fleeting escape,
Yet, in its grasp, the soul reshapes.
The first taste, a deceiving friend,
Numbs the pain, but it wonât mend.
Chains of desire, invisibly tight,
Dragging down into endless night.
Eyes once bright, now dulled by haze,
Dreams dissolve in a murky maze.
Battles fought in a mind so torn,
Hope seems lost, forever worn.
Yet deep within, a spark remains,
Struggling against these silent chains.
A cry for help, a chance to heal,
To break free from the cruel ordeal.