Poison wine
Hey dude
What are you up to
Alone tonight?
How about a glass of poison wine
In this beautiful and clear night
It shall be pain
Tear up guts surely
Then through all these
It comes out awakening
Every cell of mine, as well as
The evilness, that are yet to be explored
I am vicious
I am sing high
I am writing violently, as if —
I am seeing through this darkness
the lights
the dawn, and
the utopian
I feel alive again
No longer a piece of meat
piled in the corner
So my dear
how about a glass of poison wine
In this beautiful and clear night