Champagne

It's so evident
Crystal clear like champagne
I hope that it maintains
Its lyrical sparkle.
It dulls the brain
As though it were in reality
Alcoholic
I can't think or pretend
That I am not affected.

Melodic and gothic
I can't help but drape my eyes
With a cover of thick black
Waterproof
So that it doesn't run away
When the tears chase the makeup.

In the end it is such
As I said it would be.
You poured a flute of alcohol
And I spat it in your face
Now you offer me no liquid
And I understand your distaste.