Anger fills my veins
And lust for the razor heightens
It talks to me
Tells me to set him free
Sloth is an anchor
Depression his rope
I am weighed down to my bed
To waste away
Greed runs circles around my head
Gluttony not far behind
Hunger for lavish and
The need to cease the emptiness overwhelms me.
Pride chains me back
I need help
Envy for the dead hits me in the chest
My sins killed me.