He bottled up his emotions, and fermented his own bitter wine.
I watched him deteriorate as he drank each one, but said he was fine.
Many years later he became a sad inferior shell of a man from this drink.
He decided this was all he could take and emptied his blood in the sink.
He should have listened to all the people who loved and supported him,
but with each sip he became more intoxicated and delusional with his sin.