In shadows deep where whispers speaks,
A love so high, now lost in hell,
Two souls entwined in a smoking fragile dance,
But fate conspired, denied it’s romance.

Glass pipes echoed through the night,
A melody sweet, a flickering of the light,
Yet beneath the surface, a lies unfold,
In the heart’s quiet corners, addiction pursued.

Chasing clouds like a moth to flame,
Each hit a promise, each hit the same,
With every touch, the world would fade,
But love turned into dirty dope, a price was paid.

A smoker’s dreams are the canvas of time,
But the colors ran wild, lost in its rhythm,
Promising the stars, yet reach for the void,
Though the grip of a needle, spirits destroyed.

Together two addicts wandered at midnight,...