A PRIVATE HELL WITH A WINDOW FOR ESCAPE

                  –tipple–

In shadows deep, where demons dwell,

A silent dance, a private hell.

In amber hues, the poison flows,

A fleeting high, a sinking low.

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With trembling hands, the bottle’s grip,

A liquid solace, a slipping life.

In dizzying swirls, the mind succumbs,

To whispers sweet, from fantasies wild and grim.

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The bottle’s call, a siren’s song,

A silent scream, a life gone wrong.

In empty rooms, where shadows creep,

A soul enslaved, in slumber deep.

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Yet hope remains, a flickering light,

In darkest hours, through endless night.

With courage found, to break the chain,

To seek the dawn, and heal the pain.

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For in the heart, where strength resides,

A path unfolds, where humility abides.

Through shattered dreams, and broken ties,

A new beginning, under open skies