red wine

struck to stillness still, not sick when shall I awake? I shall seek it yet again the depths of true sleep where purity is lost and words confused none other than you my red angel with your familiar foul stench, of the depths of true sleep knowing if I were to awake, I shall seek you yet again like dogs to their vomit and it stings and bites all the way down only giving its color when it moves itself down my throat that's how I know it's you when I know you is when you put me to sleep when shall I awake? I shall seek it once more