Sangria

Staring at the Sangria contents,
Red glistening against the crystal sheen-
My eyes soaked in the sight,
Of the fruits floating helpless atop.
And I could draw the analogy to,
Pieces of my soul charred and shattered,
Drifting light and pliant,
On my endless cup of blood,
As I drown-
Staring at death in the eye.
Is it Relief from the Release?
Or just a serenity sheathing me,
As my much awaited and prayed for end,
Meets a new beginning?
I chant the arrhythmic song,
Hoping for the inevitable
To be fast and merciful.