When Reason leaves

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She wavers a while

Knows she should stand guard

Has seen your pain before

 

But she has a Rival

Passion is not her friend

He descends in Don Juan style

 

Sweeps her out the door

Yesterday’s dust that had settled

Residue of ashes from old fires

 

Caught off guard in the moment

You savoured its forbidden taste

Intoxicated by its delirious fragrance

 

She faints again and again

There are no smelling salts

To revive her back to sanity

 

Once more the fool

When the music plays again

A piped tune, you’d follow to the end

 

Into the abyss of regrets

Where guilt bites hard, a rabid dog

Infecting you with madness

 

Until the face in the mirror

Becomes a stranger

Lost to who you thought she was

 

Passion has her way with you

Even when you tried to say no

It was merely a whimper

 

He chose not to hear

Because your actions spoke

Much louder than your words

 

Reason would find you once again

In the drunken gutters

When the party had ended.