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Jun 2015
Sweet wine
They won't tell you about the dark times
We can stare up at the stars
At the galaxies way up out of our reach
Passing round a bottle
Talking about nothing
And laughing with the universe
We are small
And night time is short
The grey skies always disappear
And the good times always end

Sweet wine is boiled away
The kick is lost
And the bottle is dripped empty
The moon fell
Behind that hill over there
And the sun is creeping up on us
Hoping we won't notice
For a while we don't care
Our minds faded
Nothing exists in that moment
Until the sun is risen
And the light is so bright it blinds us

Sweet wine is distilled
Sweet wine rots away
Worms crawl in through the cracks in the walls
The barricade we built against reality crumbles
And the bad times come rushing in
Like a wave
Devastating the small moment we made
This small life we were living
Under the stars and the galaxies
Hidden in the middle of nowhere
Unimportant and invisible

Sweet wine
The bottle has shattered
My blood spills down my arms
Dripping tracks onto the floor
Like a gingerbread trail
Leading to the witches' den
Where the oven heats up
The blood pours
But there's fight in me left
As we rally our troops against the shadows
Reality need no longer exist
We will remain free
With no weight on our shoulders
Only wine in our blood
photos fade but these memories never will
Tommy
Written by
Tommy  22/F/UK
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