I hear the expression a glass full or half empty.


I feel my heart only pumps the red wine we drink to fill in the darkness of our soul


I'm insane but I might just be drunk from all the dark rainy days that will stained all the wite clothing you see your self as a reflection of death showing your life has no hope.


What kinda blood pumps your heart white wine or red.

What kinda stains run your life.

Do you pick your life delicious or do your wine that flows threw vanes chose all you wants and needs.


Are we both crazy are we deranged are we all insane or are we just riding the free ride of drinking our hopes away or are we stronger that we might feel or be.