In the quiet shadows where whispers dwell,
Lies a path winding through a hidden hell.
Promises of solace in a fleeting embrace,
Yet stealing dreams with a silent grace.

The siren’s call, so sweet yet so cold,
Binding hearts in a perilous hold.
Eyes once bright now dimmed by despair,
Seeking escape in the midnight air.

Friends and family feel the silent drift,
As the soul cries out for a healing gift.
Hope flickers gently, a soft, distant light,
Guiding the lost through the darkest night.

Rise from the ashes, find strength anew,
Break the chains of the past, and start anew.
For every shadow gives way to the dawn,
And every night will see a new morn.