7 Deadly Sins

I love each more than the next,

justifying my decrepit existence by over-indulging

in every way.

I've become addicted to this

Pathetic Pattern of Sin.

I tell myself "It's because this is what feels best"...

This is a Lie.

No life exists without responsibility,

yet, I act like some sort of exception to the rule.

I sit, alone, at the rail,

sipping a barely tolerable liquid that

I've convinced myself I've, "acquired the taste of".

Truth is,

If you eat shit for 100 days,

you learn to stifle the reflex

to regurgitate.

(This should be Myriam's new definition of the word,

'Acquired')

Yet, here I sit,

Sipping Sin as I await Hermes

to carry me to my temporary place of

Happiness.

Sin after sin,

I delve deeper & deeper

into the abyss.

What they don't tell you about temporary happiness

is that when the time is up,

the World comes back at you,

Ten-fold.

Then,

you have to make a fateful choice

to either:

Tackle the new,

amplified,

Reality of Responsibility.

Play, what I like to call the

Procrastination Game.

I've been playing it for years,

I might be a pro.

While this sounds like a brag,

I assure you,

it is certianly,

Not.

With that said,

I'm sure if this fell into the right fratboy's hands,

he may see me as some sort of

'Alcoholic Hero'.

His ignorance Scares me.

But, now,

looking back at all these unfortunate habits,

I've realized something...

I see now,

as I finish my umpteenth beverage,

there are not

7 Deadly Sins,

there is but 1:

Over-Indulgance.