Afloat

At the edge of an abyss he stands,
but its not the first time,
I mean he’s often on the verge of falling in,
An horror that is soo temping
He couldn’t help but fall,
A drug so strong that it slowly drags you in,
a porn addict he became
his darkside grew darker,
A dark room he felt Locked in,
He was stuck,

He had to get out,
out of the missery that pulls him in,
So he climbed out,
Out of the abyss he Purposed
a day at a time,
at times He almost gave in,
but he barely made it out,
Now ,
Afloat he clings,

Often he Stares at the abyss,
Porn,
an inviting Lure to an awful side,
Yeah.! Awful is the dissatisfying feeling He recalls.
Poet Rays?