Playing with FATE

A little each day
An addition each week
An accumulation this month
A consuming this week
A addiction for a lifetime

On location and on site
A scandal just waiting to unfold
A score of lives destroyed
Satan's tool to hinder
Steal, kill and destroy

Playing with fate
Rejecting one's destiny in view of a temporal pleasure
An escape from reality
A rejection of plain and simple common sense

Now stuck,
Unable to break free
Unable to utilize your full potential
A sting of guilt
A sting of remorse at the self mutilation made to self and others

Playing with fate
Not knowing when it will take it's toll
Not knowing when it will be when there's no return
Not knowing when it will be a thousand pieces, missing

Oh why do men have to be less than men?
Oh why can't we stand up on our ground and stay UNAFFECTED?
Why do we have to have broken lives and broken homes?
Why do we have to not adhere to the inner conviction that we should never have tried it in the first place?
And why do we have to leave nothing but scars in it's wake?

Playing with fate
Folks, stand your ground
Or there might never be you again
But just,
A ZOMBIE,
Stuck with the wrongful pleasures of life,
Waiting for your eventual DESTRUCTION

Choose now this day
Because i am talking from experience
Because
I am also talking to myself.