When darkness veils the soul in deepest night,
And shadows dance with demons in delight,
In midst of chaos, when all hope seems lost,
A battle rages on, addiction’s frost.

As chains wrap tight around both heart and mind,
The struggle for escape is hard to find,
Yet through the pain, a flicker of desire,
To break the binds, to quench the inner fire.

With trembling hands and weary eyes that weep,
The addict fights a battle far too deep,
For substances that promised sweet relief,
Now hold them captive, stealing life like a thief.

Oh, how addiction tears apart the soul,
Leaving scars that never seem to heal, whole.
It whispers lies of comfort and escape,
Yet only leads to torment, pain, and ache.

In sobriety's embrace, the path is steep,
Each day a battle...