"My Dad says rain is a good Omen..."

Games

You play,

And then you play along.

You tell yourself it's just a game,

And soon nothing is ever the same.

It gets to you,

The unassuming, you.

Like cigarette ash through your sheets,

Harmless ash into potent burns.

You wait for bonus points and what's due,

You don't even realize,

That the game starts playing you.