In the quiet of the night, the bottle calls my name,
Whispering promises of solace, masking all my shame.
I reach out with trembling hands, seeking its embrace,
A fleeting moment of escape, a temporary grace.

The warmth spreads through my veins, a false sense of peace,
Yet in its wake, the darkness grows, and sorrows never cease.
Each sip, a step towards the void, a journey down the well,
Where dreams are shattered, hopes are crushed, entrapped within this spell.

The morning light reveals the truth, a face I can’t deny,
Reflected in the empty glass, a tear escapes my eye.
The chains of addiction tighten, binding heart and soul,
A prison of my own design, with no control, no goal.

But somewhere deep within, a flicker of resolve,
A whisper of a better life, a chance to evolve.
To break free from these shadows, to find strength anew,
I’ll rise above this darkness, and bid the bottle adieu.