The games that get played for the sake of joy
Distorted truths cast adrift in our lies
Innocent flirtations gain strength from liquor
The will to stop lost behind our wandering eyes
Too late the thought that asks to stop
No mercy given to those that feel no pain
A glance or a smile is all that is needed
To entice those weak of spirit to not refrain
A simple swallow can disrupt the future
Logic lost when thoughts fade in liquid dreams
Guidance given displaced by memoirs of pleasure
Misplaced trust is never as it seems
Yet time stops not the repetitive cycle
Faith in God eclipsed by belief in fate
Fallen souls never will become angels
The way to heaven stopped at St. Peter’s gate
