The snares of addiction

Ohhhhh, addiction, a cage, A cage that not only ensnares the body but the soul. Ohhhh, addiction, the cankerworm, That gnaws through the roots of success. "Just one more," it whispers, "This game is nice..." And it lures you deeper, Feeding thoughts of endless indulgence, Urging you to continue that addictive behavior. Ohhhh, youths, ohhh, children, flee! This thing, or should I say, spirit, Is a storm, a relentless storm, A tempest that will consume your youth, Overtake your destiny if it is not destroyed. They ask, "How do we destroy it?" Is this a rhetorical question, Or can it actually be answered? That, my dear youths, is left for you to decide, To find the strength within, to break free. For addiction is a shadow, A shadow that clings to the spirit, Whispering lies, sowing seeds of doubt, But within you lies the power, The power to rise above, to conquer the darkness. So, stand tall, stand strong, In the face of this storm, For today, you are a warrior, Armed with the knowledge, That tomorrow, you can be free.