Evil in a Bottle

Evil, I call it,
As it comes in a bottle,
Dressed up in glass,
A cap to contain it.

It smoothly goes down,
Not a drop left,
With every sip taken,
And changes minds.

After the fuzzy feeling,
A turn of the stomach,
Churning in belly,
Wanting to rise again.

A violent announcement,
Saying hello in porcelain,
Regret's image,
Knowing it won't end.