Choke On The Wine

Choke On The Wine
Valentina

Don't mistake my silence for weakness — no.
It's not my rage you should fear — it's my restraint.
It's the silence that should haunt you, the quiet you mocked.
Judgment's coming — and I'm the one who knocks.

You crowned yourself martyr — but the metal is tin.
Your circus sells lies; my blessings cash in.
I built in silence what you tried to burn.
Blessings speak louder than alibis earned.

My name is the ghost on your tongue you can't shake,
My name is the ghost on your tongue you can't shake.

The mirror cracks — your crooked grin.
Reflections argue who let you in.
The clock is drowning, the seconds spin.
Time's a thief with your bottle of sin.

Every drop screams my name.
Every drip feeds the flame.

Feast of judgment — I'm the host.
Take your seat, it's truth you toast.
Heaven keeps the ledger, the scars, the names.
Evidence sings when I don't — it testifies your shame.

Choke on the wine, choke on the wine,
You buried me deep, thought I'd never return.
I crawled from the grave, I walked through the burn.
How long did you think I would swallow the lie?
Now judgment has come — and you choke on the wine.

Stains on the table — stains on your hands.
History written in crimson bands.
Choke on the wine, choke on the wine.
My life is the light that sings, revealing the truth of who you are.