In the quiet of the night, a bottle calls my name,
Its whispers soft and sweet, igniting inner flame.
I reach for solace in its transient embrace,
Yet find my reflection in a shattered place.

Each sip a promise of forgotten pain,
But as the liquid flows, it binds me in its chain.
The world spins faster as my thoughts grow dim,
Trapped in the cycle of an unending whim.

Friends grow distant, their voices fade away,
While I drown in silence, night turning into day.
The bottle’s comfort is a fleeting friend,
Leading me through darkness to an uncertain end.

Yet in the dawn, a glimmer of hope appears,
A chance to break free and conquer my fears.
With every sunrise, a new battle to fight,
Seeking redemption in the morning light.