the wine

the wine reveals my mood
to be of satisfaction
but only for myself
as it seems that when i talk
nobody listens

one day is sweet and full of flavour
the next is dour
some people die for this
while i keep on ticking

complete innate happiness
beset by being lonely
i only want to be by myself
until someone walks in the room

craving blooms of sweet bred flowers
lying softly on the bed of the lake
hush my dear, im listening
to the sounds of my ear

the sonics are beautiful and changing
flowing with the mood
while i came around
i never found you

sitting still dreaming
sick and angry of who you are with
i picture you with me
then picture myself dead

enough to tear my hair out
enough to be content
while i sit hear wanting
a new part of me has intent

no i aint giving up
yes i already have
cool concrete breeze is killing
the free i have in me