Fine Wine

Nothing Better

feed me poison

through your kiss

red like wine

seduce me into your darkened abyss

drunken state

sober thoughts

I think it's fate

when it's really not

your kiss is sweet

but also bitter

like a fine wine

my heart says there's nothing better

I wonder when the day will come

when your wine will begin to taste like rum

when your kiss will turn sour

the minutes will feel like hours

when your poison will fill my lungs

my heart

my soul

there will be nothing left of me

just a drunken memory

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