Sometimes, the 5 Glasses

1st glass... sometimes I need you more than other times and sometimes sleep offers little respite as my soul disappears into smoke and sometimes I drink better when I write... 2nd glass sometimes I am content to rest my head upon your breast tho' I must admit I daydream about the rest and that is why my 2nd glass always tastes best... 3rd glass... sometimes tomorrow shines thru your laughing eyes yet, sometimes I just don't know for sometimes I fear we've gone as far as this life will let us go and that is why my 3rd glass is always swallowed slow... 4th glass... sometimes I accept loves' test a tempest of joy and pain yet sometimes I could stand naked in freezing rain clinch my fist skyward and swear in vain which is why my 4th glass tastes of bitter grain... 5th glass... sometimes I feel it would be best for thee if I could simply set you free free from my darker side the side you failed to see that enchanted eve you offered your only heart to me and sometimes I feel it would be a blessing for me to have my eyes go dark when you sometimes look at me and your eyes clearly portray there are parting words you wish to say and that is when my 5th glass sets my demons free free to punish thee for having loved the likes of me. Forgive me angel. Forgive me. Just sometimes.