The plunge

Go on,
pick it up,
stick it in,
draw it back,
lose or win,
hit or miss,
hell or bliss,
flying high,
that chemical kiss,
in the back,
of your throat,
hunger quenched,
you start to float,
auditory pleasure,
note by note,
perfectly imperfect,  
fate wrote,
I stand,
in a place,
that nobody knows,
exposed face,
where the sun never shows,
the moon never glows,
where consciousness ebbs and flows,
and leads you down below,
to the dungeons of lost soles,
a jungle without control,
everything takes it's toll,
and before you know it,
you're swallowed up,
with no where left to go ...
Diablo watches,
amused,
as his puppets put on a show... 
As the strings tug in tow,
fate is not my own,
bound to the crow,
death follows everywhere I go,
so why not let go,
the devils in control...