# EMPTY WINE
Empty.
like this bottle of wine
Estranged.
Like the shadows at nine
Deranged.
Yes, I wanna just fight
Enslaved.
Midst of wrong and right
And flowing through time,
Like that wind chime
Making noise but no one in sight
Not breathing. "Are you dying?". *I might*
It just feels like I'm on a long road drive
On the back-window, with no one by my side
Can't count the times I shivered and cried
Go to my imagination, turn the music, and hide
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