Friday, September 15, 2006
Oh wine... we forgot the iron. My night time vice, in all my self loathing. Always punctual. Irreproachable in the bottle. Sumptuous in the glass. I drink, but the sweetness engulfs me. A temporary paradise. Sooner or later it's gone, an enchanting calamity. I'm gone. The bitterness prevails. Nothing is sweet, so I say so long... Only sporadic revelries. Small doses. Remorse no more... farewell to thee.