In the dim light of a forgotten room,
Lies the bottle, whispering tales of escape,
Promising solace in a liquid embrace,
Yet binding the heart with invisible chains.

Dreams fade in each glass poured,
As laughter turns to echoes in the night,
A fleeting comfort, a temporary friend,
Leaving shadows where light once danced.

The world blurs through a hazy lens,
Memories sink in the amber tide,
A numbing veil draped over pain,
As reality slips further from grasp.

Hope flickers in the dawn’s first light,
A whisper of strength to break the bind,
To walk away from the siren’s call,
And reclaim the life once lost to the night.