Inhibitions

A glass of wine and inhibitions waver It is my need to tell my tearful truths. I accept that it accomplishes very little But the need is great, my tears, my proof.... Alone at this midnight hour I am, and alone all the other hours of the day. A glass of wine and inhibitions waver, Pathetic whimpers and feet of bitter clay.... I think there is no pain quite like it.. It is filled with blood and flows so deep A glass of wine and inhibitions waver Morning promises that I will never keep... Cryptic verse written with the madness A glass of wine and inhibitions waver It seems to come with unrequited love Pain this day for my poor soul to saver......