more

hedonism runs through our veins,

trailing down the rivers

in our outstretched hands. 

it moves our tired bones

as it curdles our blood. 

we are lost within ourselves,

waiting for the gluttony to overtake us,

for the lust to drive us mad, 

for the envy to break our hearts,

for the sloth to set in so deep

that we almost believe

we are happy.