Sep 11, 2025
Cold Sweat Brew - By Geox
—the glass that chills your hand but boils your pulse The cubes were big, the drink was black,You told yourself you’d take it back.But halfway through, your hands betrayed,The tremor small, the fear well-laid.It cooled your skin, it iced your tongue,But inside burned, the nerves still strung. Each sip was sharp, each clink a bell,A signal from your private hell.The drink was calm, the body…