As I have this fine wine in my hand.
Past dines go through my mind.
Thinking of springs of before puts me in a sprung.
The taste of this wine is great in its taste.
With its light touch of sweet bitte...
Torn so wide and deep, that the artistic side of me is bleeding out in what I secretly conceived for so long.
So thick and dark my insides have become unknowingly.
Slowly pouring out with no end, thes...
My feelings of happiness changes as the weather does.
My joy drifts into the air as smoke does.
The fire in me is coming to an end.
Nothing I have is solid nor does it stay.
All I have are my marks of...