Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Red Wine









An uneasy evening, a matter of few hours to daylight
And a new day is waiting for the other side of this fright
But the night between the dark and the dawn, a long walk
With naked feet, on the grass, to another side of the lawn

A bleak night where ambition devours the passion
A night of alive nightmares, with no pity, no compassion
A dreadful journey awaits, yet go through the hell
Dehydrated dreams and egoistic righteousness, up for a sale  

Insignificant plans and disdained thoughts to prevail
They bleed to death and their crawling marks are getting stale
As I sit in my armchair, waiting for the bright sun to shine
With my honest mind and lying lips, I drink my red wine.





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