The Loop of Bait by the Devil

I sit with a book, but my mind takes flight,

Scrolling feels urgent, yet it steals my light.

Tomorrow’s exam, but today’s a blur,

A promise once made—forgotten, unheard.

Reels whisper, "Just one more scroll,"

But they drain my will; they swallow me whole.

Time feels precious when the clock is still,

But wasted minutes bow to my thrill.

I curse these screens, but who pressed play?

Who let the Devil inside stay?

I say I was tricked, but I held the key,

Feeding my captor unknowingly.

I say, "Time is gold," but reels cost more,

They hijack my thoughts and leave me at war.

A moment’s escape, a lifetime of chains,

Drenched in regret, lost in the pain.

I seek connection; I crave the real,

Yet digital ghosts numb what I feel.

They promise to love, they sell me lies,

Leaving my heart to fantasize.

And so the loop begins again,

A fight I lose, yet I defend.

Will I rise, or will I fall?

The Devil Inside—I built it all.

One hand held the phone, the other struck back,

Hitting the Devil, refusing the trap.

I stopped for a moment, laughed, and said,

"I am your master; I am your Dad!"

The bait was set—reels with feels,

I stood my ground and let silence heal.

But the Devil whispered, "Just one scroll,"

I skipped again, resisting control.

He tried to fight, but I took it lightly,

I watched the urge yet questioned my mind—

"To deny it now is to deny the universe?"

Is this my fate, forever confined?

I tried to read, but my mind would stray,

I tried to fight but slipped away.

The urge returned, suppression burned,

I tried to be present, yet the lessons were unlearned.

I asked myself, "But why? But why?"

The mind smirked, "Once you try..."

"A new trend awaits, a story untold,"

The hook was set, and the trap took hold.

I watched myself, scrolling in a trance,

The loop is disguised as a fleeting chance.

The Devil transformed, wore a crown,

I felt like a king—but was indeed drowned.

Dreams I dreamt—dictated by screens,

Feeding the beast behind the scenes.

Interest stolen, attention sold,

Enslaved by data, young yet old.

I woke too late—time had fled,

Regret like fire burned my head.

The loop evolves, it wears new skins,

Each fresh start ends where it begins.

The chances lost, the nights in reels,

Trapped in moments, drowning in feels.

Every click, every like,

Maps my mind, dims my light.

What you crave, what you chase,

What you fear, what you waste,

Every byte, every sight,

Feeds the machine—steals your might.

But listen close, you're not too late.

Step back, step out, reject the bait.

Choose your time, your will, your fate,

Wake up now—before it's too late.