Rotwein

In the pool below me
I see my reflection
I see the addiction
I see the unshed tears

Dipping my hand inside
I feel the heartache
I feel the long for comfort;
I caress the welts

No one had understood
No one except a piece of metal
My worries left my mind
Left through a cut

The relief consumed me
I was addicted to the sweet wine
The blood flowing is my ecstasy
The sweetest red wine

I spilt the red wine
All my pain left me
I never thought metal . . .
I never was addicted . . .

Rotwein