Bitter Taste of Wine

With a kiss sweet like wine 
Tender heat flows inside 
Like the words in the rhyme
Our hearts intertwine  

Grows in my heart, like crimson rose
Fresh like the dew 
Storm of the senses is close 
Close
Kiss like a seal that you are mine
Passion has taste of the wine
Of sweet wine
 
Touch of her skin wakens the lust  
She’s in my arms and she [bad word] 
She suffocates in sweet embrace
Pleasure’s reflected on face 

With a thoughts dark as night 
Scorching hate flows inside 
Like the veil on my eyes 
Hides the [bad word]  beneath lies

Grows in my heart, like thorny weed
Turbid like swamp 
Rage in my mind will be freed
Freed
Shiver of [bad word] through my spine 
Jealousy tastes like the wine
Bitter wine

Passion and love turns into hate
She’s in my arms…it’s too late 
She suffocates in my embrace
Fear’s reflected on face 

You are like [bad word] fire on a storm 
You are too cold but my tears are warm 
Light in your eyes is fading away 
Day without you [bad word] dim and gray 

Veil of blindness felt down from my eyes 
Torments of grief are repelled on my guise 
On my guise 

Day after day, years pass away
But I’m embraced by Hollow
I try to drink this bitter wine 
But I still cannot swallow 
Hollow…Hollow…Hollow…