Sloth
It pulls from the back of my eyes, heavy
lulling my brain not to think, numbing
laying down my head
circuits shut down
depressed
Best way to describe it, I think
The way it pulls me to sleep
Losing time and mind,
The longer I lay
worse by day
Truly, a demonic curse
The self destroying sin,
Sloth
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