Full Belly, Hollow Heart

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.