Chin Chin Chalice

Why have we poured out our love on the frozen floor for all to see? Why am I gazing at the shards of the stained glass of you and me? Where a picture of pleasure once portrayed. Why is it becoming further stained not with love and life and lust yet pain and shame but mainly blood? Why are we so special still from so long and far away? Why does our dream live on Even now we’ve gone separate ways? How come the rush that is the thought of us Still runs through my body like a river of love? How come it seems in high tide When in truth the banks have but dried? We drank from the poison chalice Now nothing feels the same We never intended any malice But we achieved it all the same! Maybe the echoes will reach us From the wants and craves we shout Cajoled by the lack of trust And the truth shadowing clouds. And why do I still pour my heart out? When I get in return but nowt. Do you drink it to feed your ego? Or to feel secure and safe. Does it make you feel warm from cold. Knowing I'm drunk on all the pain? Am I drunk on all the pain? I need not remind you How once we used to say.. “We’re different from the rest… Forever and Always” So all I say is raise the chalice And toast it, with me, all away. If nothing else, just do it in the name of yesterday.