In the depths of the night, where nightmares creep,
Lies a bottle, a crutch, where sorrows do sleep.
A liquid escape, a numbing so deep,
In its embrace, life’s secrets can’t keep.
Words once guarded, now reckless and wild,
Spill like the drink, from the heart of a child.
Promises broken, paths defiled,
In the haze of the drink, nothing is mild.
The road calls, a dangerous game,
Wheels turn in a blur, who is to blame?
A dance with fate, fuelled by flame,
In alcohol's grip, all logic is lame.
Gone is the wisdom, the thought of dread,
As the night unfolds, all sense has fled.
Tomorrow is lost, regrets fuzzy in bed.
What have I done…replays in my head.
So raise a glass to drunken nights on a throne.
To the nights lost, to the seeds sown.
In alcohol's grip, our true selves are shown,
On this self-medicated trip, we travel alone.