In the shadows where whispers dwell,
Lies a siren’s call, a secret spell.
Promises of bliss, a fleeting trace,
In addiction’s arms, a warm embrace.

The dance begins with gentle grace,
A subtle touch, a haunting chase.
What once was light now turns to gray,
As dreams and hopes are led astray.

Lost in the maze of endless night,
Chasing echoes, losing sight.
A fleeting joy, a borrowed time,
In addiction’s grasp, the silent chime.

Yet in the heart, a whisper grows,
A spark of strength, a light that glows.
To break the chains, to find the way,
In courage’s arms, a new dawn’s ray.