In the shadows of the midnight hour,
Whispers of escape call out,
Promises of solace and power,
In a world filled with doubt.
The needleâs kiss, a fleeting friend,
Its embrace, a dangerous dance,
Moments of highs that never end,
Until reality breaks the trance.
Shadows grow longer, whispers louder,
The escape becomes a cage,
Dreams turn to dust, hearts grow colder,
As life fades page by page.
Hope lies in the morning light,
With courage to break the chain,
To find strength in the fight,
And reclaim life again.