From The Lab

A Bitch Named Fate

Shunned, the homeless man turns his face away,
All too weary to face another day,
Days which hold countless paths, locked deep inside,
To diminishing all that fools call pride;
Long past giving up, thoughts of survival
Did not matter. Fate resents Her rivals,
It is she who shall choose who lives and dies,
To scoff at your pain and laugh at your tries.