In the dim glow of twilight’s embrace,
Lies a bottle, a silent confidant,
Promising solace, a moment’s grace,
Yet binding the heart in a fragile chant.

The whispers call, a lullaby of despair,
In every drop, a fleeting dream,
A mirage of peace in the midnight air,
While shadows dance in a ghostly stream.

Alone in the echo of shattered nights,
A soul wanders in a labyrinth of haze,
Seeking light in the depths of fights,
Yet lost amidst the intoxicating maze.

But hope, a flicker, refuses to fade,
In the darkness, a quiet plea,
For within the heart, a choice is made,
To break free, to finally see.