Echoes in the Dark

The days are but a shadow and in darkness, whispers creep.
And lives around me are shattered, like promises I fail to keep.
Bad dreams are scattered around me like the glass upon the ground,
Each shard a broken memory, dangerous and profound.

The needle breaks my skin, I flinch under neon flickering light,
I’m dancing with my demons in the depths of a lonely night.
My fingers tremble, my heart beats slow,
As I’m chasing the high, but where does it go?

Laughter once echoed in these rooms filled with cheer,
Now silence suffocates me, and I’m drowning in fear.
My mother’s soft calling, my lover’s sweet plea,
All drowned by the siren of sweet ecstasy.

Days turn to shadows, weeks fade to grey,
Time slips through my fingers like sand and decay.
In the mirror my reflection is just a ghost of the past,
My life was once vibrant, now it’s fading too fast.

Each hit, a hazy whisper, each sip, a deafening shout,
I’m at war with my monsters and my insatiable doubt.
Promises I made in the warmth of a hug,
Now crumble like trust in the grip of this drug.

But in the harrowing darkness, just a flicker still remains,
A spark of defiance that fights through these dirty veins.
With scars as harsh reminders of my wounds that may still bleed,
My heart clings on to hope, to love, and to honesty I heed.

I stand up tall with a broken soul from the depths of my despair,
Finding courage in the struggle and I breathe in fresher air.
For though addiction still haunts me, like a thief in the depths of night,
My spirit can reclaim its wings once broken in my fight.

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