Pills

In shadows deep where whispers play,

A haunting dance, the night turns gray.

Promises made in the haze of a dream,

Fleeting glimpses of a brighter gleam.

A silver needle, a pill's embrace,

A fleeting high, a desperate chase.

Each heartbeat echoes, a siren's call,

As twilight fades, the spirits fall.

Once vibrant colors, now dulled and drained,

A soul once free, now shackled and pained.

The laughter of friends, now distant and rare,

Lost in the fog, they drift unaware.

Mirrors reflect a stranger's face,

Chasing shadows in a darkened space.

A flicker of hope, a whisper of light,

But the grip of the night pulls tighter, so tight.

Yet buried beneath the ashes and scars,

A flicker of strength, like distant stars.

In the depths of despair, a choice still remains,

To break from the chains, to dance in the rain.

So rise from the darkness, reclaim the lost fight,

For within every sunset, there’s still a new light.

Though the path may be heavy, the journey is real,

In the heart of the battle, we learn how to heal.