Champagne trays.

I wake to reality;
pulsating pains equal exhaustion,
paint me an angel and fly off.

The glass of your disappointments and betrayals has filled up, finally -
millions of gentle nudges and one drunken push, I'm free.

Veiled disinterest masked as emotion;
the curtain has fallen, withered and overdue roses thrown,
and as the applause fades,
so do we.