In the depths where shadows linger,
A silent cry echoes, faint and thin,
The demons whisper, fingers trigger,
A cycle of despair, where hope grows dim.

Beneath the veil of twilight’s sorrow,
A soul is lost, searching for the light,
In every breath, a hope to borrow,
Yet falls deeper into endless night.

The substance calls, a siren’s song,
Promising solace, a fleeting friend,
But each embrace feels so wrong,
As it drags them to a darker end.

Yet in the heart, a ember glows,
A fight to reclaim what’s been lost,
To rise above the shadows’ throes,
And break free from the chilling frost.