Sin reaches for me
With its sweet, addictive tendrils
Rasping
You know you want it'
You can have it
How will it hurt?

I want it like I want breath
Like an alcoholic wants that sip
Like a druggie wants that crack

I have been reduced to
Fighting my addiction
To putting out that fire
To growing a backbone
Instead of fleeing to my demon

O how it taunts
Mocks
Hates
Loves me

O how I resent
Love
Need
Miss it

Like a junkie
Reaching for the joint
Like a suicidal
Reaching for the gun

For the first time
Unnecessarily
I pray and
Grasp something safe

Flicking off the lights on desire
Knowing I will be free
Of pain
Regret
Hate
Sorrow
For one day more
Overcoming
Withdrawing
Forgetting
Coping
Praying