10th Glass Of Wine

I drink the wine they call it blood,
I drink away, an endless flood.
It ends my pain,
A temporary fix,
I wait until the blurry hits.
It makes me see things,
That aren't really there.
I love the rush,
I love the scare.
I love the way I feel this night,
As I fly from the top story,
Oh what a sight.
Floor number 10,
It's way down there,
As I feel the wind, Blow through my hair,
I fly with essence,
I fly with ease,
As I float with grace,
I feel the breeze.
Almost down now,
Two stories left,
A weighing feeling,
Pins down my chest.
Maybe not,
Did I make a bad deal?
Too late now,
This is for real.
As I hit the pavement,
A thought comes to my mind.
Maybe I shouldn't have had that 10th glass of wine.