I (Pride)
Bird of carnage
Your razor sharp plumage
Cuts those around you
As you dance, and sing,
“Behold my beautiful feathers,
For I am grace.”
II (Avarice)
You beasts,
Who crawl the halls of my home and cry out in hushed tones, “More, more!”
Never-ending cacophony of want!
Your greed becomes you.
III (Envy)
Her auburn hair
Runs like water in the night
Over a perfect form.
Even as she lies breathless,
Unable to hold ownership,
You yearn to be her.
IV (Wrath)
The devourer
Sits in your chest and your fingertips
Tearing at your skin
Screaming for release
Let it consume you.
V (Lust)
A quickening pulse,
Seasick tones swinging in your chest
Desire burns there,
And you crave the flesh of another.
Seek to satisfy your hunger.
For now.
VI (Gluttony)
Thrill in your pores,
Pulling at your teeth.
Obtain, obtain! You must obtain!
Eat your own heart
To acquire pleasure.
VII (Sloth)
You lie still beneath the covers
The cracks in the ceiling captivate you.
You cannot find the power to move,
You do not possess it.
So instead you lie still beneath the covers
And wait.
About the Creator
B.T.
It wouldn't do not to see...
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