Dionysus
Dionysus, the life of the party
friends with all the kids
the glass is full
Constantly swaying with a cup in his hand
until it's no longer possible for him to stand
Yet he prances around the dance floor with glazed eyes
taking all that is offered to him without seeing the true prize
the glass is full
Smoke clouds the air with a sense of euphoria
People are passing around drugs and booze without a care in the world
tomorrow is not yet upon them so they live without consequences
He keeps this incessant party alive
the glass is half empty
He is stuggling
People are fading out
the high is what keeps him going
it's his lifeline
the world is too quiet without a party
One last drop in the glass
The party is over
his body craves the rave
the world and its darkness is closing in
the glass is empty