In the silence of the night, a whisper calls,
A glass of solace, where shadows fall.
It promises peace, a fleeting embrace,
In its depths, I find a familiar place.

The liquid amber, it soothes my soul,
But leaves behind a gaping hole.
Each sip a step, on a path so steep,
A climb that haunts my every sleep.

Faces blurred, and voices fade,
In this haze, I’m unafraid.
Yet morning breaks with heavy chains,
A cycle bound by endless pains.

Still, the glass it whispers, calls me back,
A siren’s song on a treacherous track.
Seeking comfort, I find despair,
In this struggle, I’m laid bare.