Sippin on bloody wine

Clotting up the grape vine

Graffiti on the signs

That’s the “I’m” in my design

Fighting my demise

This might of my mind is mine

There’s no might

I’m sick with sight

I’m blind when it comes to blinds

Just Gollum when it comes to finds

Defiant with even time

Odd, how I’ve learned to fly

Jumpin, testing the die

Needing the bleedin for all the wise

Oblige the “whys”

Pig in shit, smoothin in the grime

This Icarus is modified

Chloroform for the light

Beyond Daedalus heights

Knives to my vines

Pouring write

Drinkin lines

That’s…

Blood in the wine

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