WINE FLAVOURED DELUSIONS FILL YOUR DREAMS WITH IRON AND A DASH OF NOSTALGIA
with wine dripping from your venomous teeth, and the tangy smell of ichor floating through the air, the madness in your little pretty head grows until all that is left are half formed blurry thoughts of the nights you spent drunk. your sad little memories of former loves and lights just seem to be at an endless count, you'll never reach the end, not even with those five fingered godly hands. one could say you drink yourself away would be because of your endless memory that only blurs at the ebony night made of starlights, but that little high disappears every morning, when you awake with the nostalgia feeling racing through your wine induced veins.
JUST A DASH OF NOSTALGIA. JUST A TAD OF IRON BLOOD. LET THE WINE DO ITS WORK.
you're Dionysus, you see you're a god of madness and wine and frenzy filled eyes, of drama and theatre.
YOU'RE DIONYSUS
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