In the silent embrace of night, I find a friend,
A liquid companion, whose whispers never end.
Promises of solace in every amber glow,
Yet in its depths, my own shadows grow.

A dance that starts with sweet allure,
Turns to chains, unseen but sure.
In the swirling depths, I search for my soul,
But find only echoes in an empty bowl.

Each sip a step, each glass a mile,
Towards a horizon that’s lost all its smile.
In the quiet aftermath, I seek reprieve,
But find only shadows that refuse to leave.

In the dawn’s light, I see the wreckage laid,
The price I’ve paid in the masquerade.
Yet hope flickers, a distant star,
In the quest to find who we truly are.