Again

He sits in front of a two dimensional dream

filled with pixelated daughters and sisters. Things

that arouse the chemical lies, going off like fireworks

on the 4th of July.

He doesn’t know why

He can’t stop, but he tries.

Every time it seems harder than before. This thing,

this beast always wants more, and more

and more.

So he shuts the door, hoping no one knocks

and wants to come in.

But he has the cover up down if it does happen.

The funny thing is he knows it’s sin.

The funny thing is he knows it’ll win tonight.

The same time.

The same room.

The same lie.

The same doom.

And when he’s done he’ll click the “X”

on the corner of the screen

and wonder if God will ever forgive him

again.

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