Deadly Sin, Sloth
I don't remember the last of times
when I have seen the world outside.
It's just so ruthless, too extreme
I much prefer a slow regime.
No rush, no hurry, I've got time,
I will one day set foot outside.
My good old friend I'll hug and greet
what was his name? I think, it's Greed?
I had some plants, I think from Lust?
but they have withered, far in past.
I've got a letter yet to write,
but it can wait another time.
I close my eyes, I shut the lights,
I've got tomorrow, then I'll thrive.
But eyes stay closed, for far too long,
so long, in fact, that now I'm... gone.













