Babylon

Sin. Rebellion. Power.
And the hazardous need to control
when control is the one thing you don’t have.

That creeping desperation.
But you have to take control—
or you won’t survive.

You reach for immediate relief.
Anything to quiet the storm.
And maybe it works,
for a moment.

But withdrawal sharpens the edges—
turning nightmares vivid,
irritability feral.

There’s no truth in it.
Only safety.
Only hiding.
From the pain that never left