In the shadows, where dreams decay,
A whisper calls, leading hearts astray.
In the grip of a substance, so cold and vile,
Lives unravel, mile by mile.
The needle’s kiss, the pill’s embrace,
Promises solace, but leaves no trace.
Souls once vibrant, now hollow and numb,
Trapped in a cycle, where hope wonât come.
Friends and family, they watch in pain,
As loved ones fall, their spirits slain.
The silent chains of addiction bind,
A battle fierce, within the mind.
Yet beneath despair, a flicker remains,
A cry for help, amidst the chains.
For even in darkness, light can be found,
A path to healing, where love abounds.