In the dimly lit room, there sat a bottle of sin
A whisky that burns, tempting all within
Its amber hue glinting in the flickering light
Calling out to those lost in the night

The air was heavy with the scent of regret
As those who partook felt their souls fret
The bottle's allure was strong and sure
Drawing them in, making them endure

The drinkers' eyes glazed over with desire
Their hearts burning with a raging fire
Each sip a balm to their troubled minds
As they left their worries far behind

But the whisky was a dangerous friend
A devil in disguise, leading to a bitter end
For with each drop that...