In the amber glow of midnight’s kiss,
Lies a solace found in fleeting bliss.
A liquid courage in crystal glass,
Where dreams and sorrows intertwine and pass.
Each sip a whisper, a silent plea,
To drown the pain and set me free.
Yet in this dance of shadows deep,
The heart finds wounds it cannot keep.
The morning light reveals the scars,
Of battles fought in midnight bars.
A hollow ache, a heavy sigh,
Echoes of a soul, left high and dry.
Oh, fragile heart in tangled strife,
Seek not the bottle for your life.
For in its depths, youâll only find,
A fleeting peace, and a troubled mind.