Today's Ghost

Yesterday's wine becomes today's ghost
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed
wearing the mask of my death  
giving birth to Hell's surrender

Now my sunshine shines no more  
eating dark's Filet Mignon
but in silence, I seek
O lonesome blood

From the heights of my insanity
over the sheer cliff into the abyss
yesterday's wine becomes today's ghost
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed