I filled myself like wine and dine
Reasoning came, I told it to get in line
Despite my prayers for a sign, divine
Yet at the ring in my head, I gave a decline.
My lips, so thing and dry as chalk
Could light up a fire, though missing the spark
Though the lockbox in my head unlocked, its monster fled from the dark
It ran to my eyes, where the eyelids were knocked.
I could feel its hearbeat, throbbing in my veins
There was wine on my tongue and it drank the remains
Let it drink to its dismay, I\'m all tucked up in from sheets down to chains
Writing down for the hangover a recipe, for scrambled brains.
Would it feel warm, to swim in a blood ocean?
Being scared and still diving, that\'s what I call devotion
The warmth conveys to everything, so there\'s no limit here to emotion
It\'s casted away swiftly, once it\'s ready to be heard and spoken.
Drinking once makes it better, drinking three makes it forgetful
Yet worse once awake--stressful?, not quite, regretful
Because the misery is sleeping drunk, that part has been successful
But I\'m back into my sit, like time has been resettled.
My conscience is back, staying in line
I caress my chalked lips and wrap them in wine
I\'ll appease myself with drinks and dine
While selfishly shattering, as I pray for a sign divine.