In the amber glow of liquid fire, I find my peace,
As shadows dance upon the walls, life’s thoughts release.
Each sip a story, from a bottle’s endless well,
Whispering secrets only the intoxicated can tell.

Oh, the euphoria that fills this hollow heart,
As spirits lift me, tearing loneliness apart.
Yet, in this fleeting joy, a melancholy tune,
For morning brings a sober sun, far too soon.

Glass in hand, dreams weave through the night,
A tapestry of laughter, sorrow, and blinding light.
In the haze, I see a world both real and fake,
Where courage blooms, and fears silently break.

But as the liquid courage starts to wane,
I face the mirrored truth, the lingering pain.
Through foggy eyes, I see the dawn’s cruel rays,
And realize, in clarity, the price I always pay.