9 Circles

**Still a work in progress comments and suggestions are appreciated**

Walk into the Inferno of your own free will,
and not even Dante could describe what you become.
You grab a drink and speak freely,
as the amber liquid drains from your glass.
An impish grin graces your face,
as lies lacquer your lips,
and your third drink is gone.
Playfulness turns to shamelessness,
as you enter the inner circles,
to play with the creatures below.
Venom as green as emerald
is consumed as the devil keeps score,
almost his,only three more,
so close he can feel the heat of your body.
Once aglow and incandescent
your skin take on an unearthly hue
as you sputter and struggle to stand.
Control lost as the eighth is poured down your throat
and you're dragged to the depths of the underworld.
Secrets you never wanted to know
are unearthed and now yours to show
and the vodka keeps your head spinning.
Amnesia and heedlessness have too great a price
when the ninth is graced in vomit and blood
and actions can no longer be undone.
A mark appears upon your lifeless brow
but is it a blessing or a curse.
The warning was there etched upon the door.
Forgive them for they know not what hay have done.