Dionysus Goes to College

The modern Dionysus falls into temptation. Wine, drugs, procrastination.

Fire flares in his lungs with rage filled eyes fixated on the world.

The bottom of the glass looms within his view to show him remorse. He continues to drink.

Scholarship deadlines, bills, and relationships slip past him. He ignores.

 Feeling takes away from the high.

A purple tongue and black lungs. A confused mind and a broken dream.

Why was living so difficult? It angers him.

Those who know his legend do not know the sadness coming with the continuous celebration.

While they are casual goers to the party, it is his love, his home.

The life of the party often does not have a life.

He knows nothing else. Now, he experiences failure. Will it make him stronger or completely destroy him?

He dances around the idea of letting go of the thrill or fading away completely.

Swaying with the tossing sea of his stomach, he screams into the dark of the night so similar to the void of his wine. He will no longer drown in his own identity.

An alcoholic no more.

Raging against his addiction he stumbles and falls onto the rainy street, eyes cast on the almost pitch black distance. Again he screams, madness filling his voice and the empty air in front of him.

A god of wine, celebration, and madness. A man of alcohol, good times, and doubt.

Dionysus, fallen from grace and tearing himself apart in the street, returns to sanity. Perhaps overcome by an act of theatrics it saved him nonetheless.

He throws away the bottles, the blunts, the uncertainty.

Wiping the tears and vomit from his face.

He chooses life.