WICKED GAME

Long invisible tentacles
Circle to bind
By deceit
The act of confession,
To strangle out of revenge
And drag to the
Strongehold of contemptuous dungeon.
Left to the mercy
Of drinking vices,
Saturate their lust
In painful pleasure.
Driven to the streets
In shame and clogged by temptation,
Tear at the leaves of moral justice.