It Doesn'T Age Like Wine Poem by Robert Beksinski

Staring at the wallpaper night sky above me
So black that resembles the color of my heart
I ask for forgiveness with each unnecessary glass
But still the bottle pours out the stars
Lonely is the fate my so called disease brings
This drink, my only comfort, my only friend
Has taken my years and seconds away
As the smoke from the fire, I depart from myself
Forgetting my past, blasting my spirit into oblivion
And keep drinking since there is nothing left