Tales from the Bartender

The Bacchanal

The opium fog clouds the minds eye,
Dimming the world to a shallow haze,
Dulling all senses and reason,

Satin couches surround the ball,
Catering to every abhorrent desire of the flesh,
Death and life in one cradle,

Fountains of wine flow freely,
Staining all that it touches,
Sweet nectar of sin consumes us all,

Wild ramblings of madmen fill the room,
Screams of pain and pleasure ensue,
Blind, deaf and dumb from the taboo,

Succubus and incubus prey on the weak,
Stealing their souls and virginity,
Leaving them hollow and dry,

No bliss left undone, no pleasure unexplored,
In this universe from the pages of Faust,
We have lost our purity to that we love the most,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 11:01 PM