In the glass, a silent whisper lies,
A liquid promise, a fleeting high.
Shadows dance in amber hues,
In its embrace, we often lose.

The night is young, the heart feels bold,
Stories in the making, yet untold.
Laughter echoes, masks our fears,
But in the morning, come the tears.

A sip, a gulp, the world turns slow,
Reality blurs, emotions flow.
Comfort found in fleeting sips,
Yet darkness lingers on our lips.

In the end, a choice remains,
To chase the shadows or break the chains.
Alcohol’s whisper, soft and sweet,
Can trap the soul, or set it free.