Descent into the Abyss

I’m a soul tangled in shadows, where the light dares not reach, A mind cluttered with echoes of a pain that will never breach. I’m an addict to pretty little lines, a fleeting escape, A lover to poison, in numbness, I drape.My heart, a battleground of relentless anxiety’s hold, Fights against the darkness, a story never fully told. I chase the fleeting highs, the cruel comfort of decay, As the poison seeps in, washing the torment away.These lines of fleeting beauty, they promise sweet release, Yet bind me tighter, a cruel dance with my inner beast. My days blend into nights, a numb, intoxicating blur, Where every fleeting high feels like a fleeting cure.The poison, my solace, numbs the edge of each cruel thought, Yet deepens the abyss, where hope is often caught. I am the ghost in the ruins, a shattered soul in the fray, Lost in a haze of addiction, where the light fades away.In the silence of the dark, where shadows softly scream, I am both the broken and the dream. Bound by the lines, the poison, and my fears untamed, In this descent into the abyss, my soul remains unnamed.