I sit here and write again
Another story, another rhyme
Expecting everything to be just right
Dreaming you might lose this fight.
Sip after Sip,
Wine tasted like eternity,
As I pretend to forget my Sanity.
The cries are silent,
And the ceilings stare like a giant.
Though I know it only happens when the night is dark,
Because that's when I try to forget my scars.