I was never happy doing it, but why do I still do it?
It was never fun, never did it help me to have a better day.
It just feels like it is a great loss not to do it.

Sometimes it consumes my 3 hours,
Sometimes more than I’ve expected.

I was consumed by the thrill it offers to my body.
Even I am not still committing it, the latter exhaust my mind and spirit,
Decreasing my productivity and confidence.

It is a poison, but a delicious one.
A poison that does not swiftly kill its devourer.
It makes a man savor every part of it.
It will kill its target slowly, day-by-day.
It immunes a man’s desire closer to holiness and true peace.
It blinds a man’s vision and mature perspectives.

Maybe, it feels like nothing is wrong now.
But, I know. sooner or later, I will serve this poison as my normal drink,
Thinking it is fine and makes me a stronger individual,
But the reality remains- it weakens me,
It immunes me,
It blinds me until I lose the truth, and utter this,
“Darkness is a friend; Light is an enemy
The sensation is a better feeling over the embrace of the Almighty.”