The Wine...

Buried beneath the staggering smile

As he gets drunk on the cold winter nights
Till the breath blackmails him no more
Hides the little pain conceived by the regrets!

Forcing its way through the cowardly heart acting bold

Is when the winter nights looks terrifyingly cold
Quivering lips, clasped hands tend to disobey their master
Is when the Pain conquers the faking smile faster!

Voices of the past self escaping into the silent songs

while getting the new voices off the head seems like a nightmare
Watching the castles built over ages fall apart
Is when desire to put the souls to rest blooms!

Shattering silence outside, with the raging storm inside

Wrecking all the roads he traveled by
Is when he tries to forget memories with each sip of the drink
As the cold winter nights consume him slowly
Is when the Wine embraces the Soul at the brink!