It is a shame to accept a hollow apology.
To be expressing false sincerity and admission,
As a need to absolve yourself of arduous guilt.
To an angel, a confession of crimson you spilt.
May you cut my lip with your shattered glass.
So that my pain can blend into your buzz.
Feelings of blissful and arrogant intoxication,
Delusions shrouding emotional damnation.
Careless apathy blends with replacement,
Though haunted by beauty you maimed.
And thus you will stain your blood red wine.
To drink from your mouth just to spit into mine.