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The dark merlot stains my lips blood-red Casting me in a vampire light The bottle sits half empty by my elbow As silent and motionless as I We keep each other company, the bottle and me Two cynical sentinels keeping watch over the shadows of night Passing the endless minutes between the witching hour and dawn I am the only soul alive Or so it seems My heartbeat keeps time An errant scudding watch piece The blood flows sluggishly through my veins No, not blood A distilled mixture of regret and impotent frustration My life has been a farce A series of cruel jokes played upon me By some Puckish divinity Hurdle after hurdle has been erected in my path Wall after wall has loomed before me Against which I slammed my aching head Beating out my brains with no hope of reward Or comfort With no respite from the arduous grind Struggling, always struggling That is the story of my life Striving in vain to rise above the ash-grey mists of despair Well not any longer, not anymore, oh no Now I sit still Quiet and masochistically content in my failure You could almost say I’m wallowing With nowhere to go why bother to travel Why take even one more bitter step down this screwed up pointless road? It all amounts to nothing in the end We all finish up just skulls with a few withered strands of hair The wind whistling between our browned teeth a grim mockery of breath Why waste my final resources in a valiant attempt at resurrection There is no hope for me I am lost, I am dead Another nameless face amongst the wandering dead With no one to soothe my aching heart No one to rub salve into the bloody weal across my soul Only this bottle of wine beside me Dulling the agony of a thousand defeats And sopping up my dusty tears As the endless Night slides, serpentine, by