Craving for flesh,
in the deep cave of desire.
Moans echo in the void,
enslaving the heart in the siren’s choir.
Each pixel a shackle, each scroll a chain,
a dopamine leash of seduction, that sweetens the pain.
The cave’s allure consumes the vibrant brain,
hope is dampened in this desolate terrain.
Fetishes dance on the dim screen,
a theater of pleasure its decadence stripped of attire.
Dripping brow, breath perspires,
as the slavish waves of lust conspire.
A prisoner in the tomb of tormented souls,
sinking deeper in the pit as they play their roles.
Each view fails to console the deepening hole of being alone,
as the isolating vice tightens to cold stone.
And yet, a faint light flickers in the mire,
the flame of redemption burns brighter than the dim-screened liar.
Escape from the cave is not through the device,
but through the narrow path of sacrifice.
Leave the cave.
That’s my advice.