Liquid Medicine, My Fuel

Ah, the classical disposition of alcoholism.  The first 3 stanzas hit the nail on the head, as far as the "lies" of intoxication go.  I find myself relating, and thus, perhaps biased to the experience conveyed.  The "while staring at the sun" metaphor was brilliant, in that the assurance of happiness represented in the sun blinds you from looking at it, like alcohol blinds you.  I also like how you begin the 3rd stanza with "here lies."  It opens the room for multiple interpretations.  Anyway, there is a lot in a little here, which is good.  Clean, clear, and concise.  Overall, good job.  Thanks for sharing!

I appreciate the thoughtful feedback, Connotation. And yes, short-and-sweet is the form here, as I often do.

Ah, I kind of wondered if it was minimalist, heh.  There is a lot of deep art in that format.