MOET

Sitting here, contemplating my moves,
I'm slowly getting into the groove.
Drinking Moët to help me forget,
A lifetime's mistakes, the things I regret!  
 
Should I push fate and empty the glass,
Swallow the grape or sit on my ass?
It doesn't dissolve the pain that I feel -
Burried deep thoughts wanting to heal.
 
Now...
I'm one glass away from reality's door,
One pulse away, that tempting last pour.
A heartbeat removed from meeting the floor -
Yet it doesn't relieve this random ache.
 
I made a choice, which I tend to do,
Put back the stopper, feeling the fool.
Moët my dear, our time's come to an end,
It wasn't so bad, was it, my friend?