wine

Quiet space between night and day
Reminiscing all the words may say
Was it really deeper than a void?
Or was I just anxiously paranoid?

Such words, meanings betrayed
One said to just live
The other already strayed

Falling apart in this still box of loom
Stuffed to the brim, a placid doom
Failures of escape for a broken latch.
Just like the writer, a withered branch

Sacrificing every star
for a wish so bizarre.
Those dreams of sunlight
And fear out of sight.

For every afternoon the nightmare begun
To ease the pain and guise with fun
fearful naked truth and my covers undone

I cannot push someone to blame
Was I really his being to tame?
I was in the line of sight of his lustful gaze
Now, asking whether blood is sweeter with grapes.