In the glass, the amber swirls,
Whispering tales of forgotten worlds,
A sip, a taste, a fleeting smile,
Numb the pain, if just for a while.

The warmth it spreads, a deceitful friend,
Promising solace, a means to an end,
But in its depths, shadows lie,
Consuming hope as the nights go by.

Memories blur, reality bends,
In the haze, no means to mend,
The broken pieces of a fragile soul,
Lost in the bottle, losing control.

Yet in the dawn, the truth remains,
The fleeting comfort, the lasting pains,
A cycle vicious, hard to break,
The bitter embrace, for sanity’s sake.