Wine

It runs through your veins
The very instincts that started man
Constrained by age old empires
Celebrated by new age movements

Love breathing through a physical medium
Inhaling the sweet aroma of passion
Exhaling your innermost desires
Sighing in relief at the thrill of survival

The moment comes when consummation becomes consumption
Breed is replaced with greed
Choking rationality, primordial mentality
When the membrane of love is crippled by the power above

The mindlessness of the event is sickening and repulsive
An orgy of the void, a celebration of nothingness
Emotionality nonexistent, placation of the self
An abyss of paradoxes uncovered within the depths of humanity

An exposé of the self is never wrong
It is the medium of expression which has been tarnished
Blur the blindness, uncover the sight
Relinquish the sterility, inject life

Come taste some Bordeaux