Materbation (Internet Fallacy)

Oh speak to me, ye demon froth
Which floats amid the tides (of)
That falacy, where souls ne'er speak
Of what, within, resides
That astral space where information
Weeps 'pon ev'ry page
And I can close mine eyes pretending
All, is true, I say
Sweet nebulla of thought and speach
Of images which reek
Perfumed in sweet dellusion
Where my ebbing peers oft speak
That demon box which opens doors
To nothing which is real
Yet in its web I fear
'Tis only there I'll ever feel
When candles dim and all is hushed
Accept its radiant screen
I gaze upon fair maidens soaked
In lustful, spasmed screams
Entranced in infidelity
I drink their venal wines
til fro my sweat-kissed body
Leaps a seed , shot from the vine
Once aggrivated doth the beast,
afore engorged and firm,
then settle listless sleeping
til again the fluids churn
Still that demon siren stares
From its unblinking eye
Which bathes the darkness of my room
with its enchanting light
Alas' I sit defeated
Knowing none of it was real
Yet always I'm drawn back
with an unyielding urge to feel
So lie to me sweet demon box
And rob me of my soul
Cast me to your ocean
doomed, upon its waves I roll