alcohol is a siren to me —
gentle whispers lure me in,
a sailor, navigating
against the tides
inside a tempest’s grip.
her haunting tune
wraps me in a cloak,
distorts my mind,
enchants my ears.
i heed her call,
and feel myself drift
apart,
stranded
on the waves
of her velvet sea,
towards oblivion.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
alcohol is a siren to me —
gentle whispers lure me in,
a sailor, navigating
against the tides
inside a tempest’s grip.
her haunting tune
wraps me in a cloak,
distorts my mind,
enchants my ears.
i heed her call,
and feel myself drift
apart,
stranded
on the waves
of her velvet sea,
towards oblivion.
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