Sin
I am the burning beneath your skin,
The reason why you can't get the sight of her out of your mind,
The culprit behind the motionless victim lying in your bed.
I am the fire bubbling within your veins,
Tempting you with simple glances and revealing attire.
I am the Lust.
I am the opponent you cannot fight,
The reason each day is more difficult than the first,
The one that grows stronger as you weaken.
I am the cloud
Wrapping you in a blanket of deception, I wait for your eyes to heavy and your legs to give way.
I am the Sloth.
I am the bee, stinging you deep and true.
I am the reason you shattered the mirror
And burned those photos of him with her.
I am the construction worker,
Quietly building and building a tower of disgust upon unstable ground,
The reason you just can't take it anymore.
I am the Envy.
I am the internal cauldron,
Bubbling and burning away as the clock ticks on,
Stirring the elements rapidly, helping them to splash out over the sides.
I am the boy on the news who blew away his school,
The woman who drowned her insufferable children in the bathtub.
I am the Wrath.
I am the mirror, on your side.
I let you see exactly what you want, and nothing less.
I am the voice in your head, criticizing every stride of others with a snicker.
I am the man in the coffee shop who knows his value right down to the penny,
The actress who wouldn't spit on the poor if they were on fire.
I am the Pride.
I am the hunger, the need, the want.
I am your every desire, and I wave it in your face until you crack.
I am the filth and the luxury, rolled into one,
The diamond beckoning for your finger to hold me,
The man who is the definition of wealthy.
I am the Avarice.
I am the crippling desire,
The voice in your head saying, "Just one bite".
I am the pig on the table, ushering you to the buffet.
I am the parasite;
I need you alive, and well.
I am the malnourished and the famished,
Made of eyes of need and hands of greed.
I am the Gluttony.
Random poem I just made up -- totally improvised.
Thoughts?
Thoughts?
