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

i don't know how to express this poetically
so i'm just going to say it straight up,
i am completely and entirely stuck.
drawn in by the allure of the meaningless beauty,
the simplicity and the dead-end,
i don't know how to get out of the circle,
find the real truth or how to transcend
above the endless ******* hurled my way
to distract me from what really matters
i want to know about the real world's existence,
not the riches, but all of the tatters
ignored by a society completely apathetic
to all that these numbers need
just because they don't fit your aesthetic,
because your eyes they cannot please

it doesn't matter what i say now
i am but merely a child
i don't think you'll listen to what i say,
whether i praise you,
or your views i revile

i want to know what i can do to change,
this all seems too trapped in tradition
of leaving behind you a wake of lifeless bodies,
as you were so ignorant in your blind ambition.

i know you're not there to do what you should,
you only came for the power
you only came to be paid a lot more,
and to live high up in your tower
away from all of the '****'
you pretend to represent,
but whom you secretly chide,
you're only there to fuel a growing ego,
your heart will explode from your pride.

if i was religious, although i am not,
i know that God would scorn you for your greed,
and however forgiving your God may be,
i am sure that your ears would bleed
upon learning He thinks you were a terrible person
not what you were cracked up to be
and soon enough the bleeding would worsen
until there was nothing left to leave

I don't know much,
but i do know this:
i will strive to never be like you
for all the bad you have brought to this world
far outweighs any good you could do
so, someone out there, please teach me how
how to make a change in this life
for although i may have it easier than others
my heart will never relax while such strife
continues in the world
ignored by the masses
all but a couple times of the year
and i will fight for your rights
your right to survive
until my own end is near.