A Less Than Composed Toast

[torrens_v_casus]

A Toast

A Toast.
The taste of wine
fades from my lips
as I pour another glass,
sinking into its depths.

Drowning within the sweet
bliss of shadows that swirl,
dance and twirl,
within the glass I hold.

I toast to you,
each and everyone,
who all refuse to see
who I can be.
The monster that lies within,
just beneath the skin
broken and torn.

To you I lift my glass,
those who cannot grasp
reading between the lines
so neat and clean,
or see the words that I hide
from your oblivion.

So drink it in,
every word falsely written,
every lie I’ve formed
within those idle rhymes.

I hope you choke,
drown within them,
the endless haikus
and Shadorma
that I pen to amuse
a burning fuse
on this ticking bomb.

Offended yet?
Well don’t be
because I never said your name,
yet if you are
perhaps you should be.
Though not by me,
rather by yourself.
After all,
You’re the one
who suggested I toasted to you.

To that too I toast,
and drain my glass
before you can object,
or really reflect
upon the words I said.

And I drown within the shade
as it cools my throat,
the sweetest of wine
that’s drank by swine
posing themselves as poets.

Until the next~
May we all suffocate on the words left unsaid for the favor of silence.