To the world of dry champagne,
Wine spilled memories of a dead past.
The evil that lurked from our acne froze due tears.
Blurry numbed out pills of a melodic tune.
Afar from your poisoned lyrics,
Knocks a world sweeter than the sugar canes.
Bitter like the first taste of dejection,
Amidst my soaked sheets of tragic liquid.
I remain a soldier of my mental cave.