I see men and women
Making mistakes
Nothing to give
But a lot to take

A world of temptation
An unforgiving wasteland
Of pestilence
That we cannot change

It draws us in, like the hissing tongue
Of the serpent
But some are not at fault
Anyone is vulnerable to its venom

Whether if they willingly inject it in
Or if they are an innocent victim
Stabbed by the needle
But no one deserves such a fate

The path is drawn
The stones are laid
It draws near
Everyday

The end…
But some face it
In shallow waters
Or bitter quicksands

Before they reach
What was supposed to be
The ultimate fate…