In the amber glow of liquid dreams,
Lies a world where sorrow drowns,
A sip to silence the silent screams,
Where laughter and tears wear the same crowns.

The glass whispers tales of forgotten nights,
Of merry souls lost in fleeting delight,
Yet in its depths, a darkness fights,
Blurring the line between wrong and right.

A friend in solitude, a foe in excess,
It holds the power to caress or break,
In its embrace, moments coalesce,
Leaving echoes of choices we make.

To dance with shadows is to risk the fall,
A delicate balance in the twilight’s call,
For within the bottle’s tempting thrall,
Lies the strength to rise or the will to crawl.