My wines lost its flavor the grapes are all gone,

Yet I continue to swill to drown out life's song.

Painful memories are all that's left for me now,

empty bottles mask and dull them somehow.

It seems that I no longer have any direction,

Any fight, any care or any connection.

There was a time when I thought love ruled my life,

but was beaten, replaced with hate pain and strife.

Loneliness now seems to be my only friend,

yet alone is how I always pictured the end.

My footsteps seem to be all in the same place,

a path Ill chosen and fallen from grace.

I speak to my pillow each night before sleep,

and pray to the lord my grapes he will keep.

Written By

Stanley Victor Paskavich

&

David LaBounty