Worthless things.
Vanity.
A repeating cycle of immorality,
a defiled nature.
I sank deep in thought—
life has never felt so impure.
Pornography?
An uncultured hunger,
quiet, but consuming.
It fed on my morals
until decay felt normal.
I slipped from Christianity,
knees bent, not in prayer
but in silence—
worshipping the devil
without an altar.
Dare I say it is worthless.
Dare I say it is vanity.
WRITTEN BY MONDAY FAVOUR!