Scarlet Wine Is Poison

The scarlet, wine.

The scarlet scent
sings to me.

The way it smells
sends tingles down my spine.

The scarlet touch,
warm but cold.

The way it feels,
possesses my body.

The scarlet wine.

The scarlet sight,
a nice deep red.

The way it looks,
starts to take over.

The scarlet wine.

The scarlet taste,
exploding.

The way it tastes,
takes over myself.

The scarlet wine.

My blood boils,
and my eyes turn black.

The scarlet wine
is my poison.