The First Taste

Your body on mine. They call it Lust.

The desire for what's yours and isn't mine. They've told me it's Envy.

My insatiable desire for more. I think it's Avarice.

This fatigue deep inside my bones, slowing me from work. They say it's Sloth.

The incurable thirst for the blood of those who've wronged me on my hands; they are all subject to my Wrath.

I can make the world perfect, if only they listen. It's not just my Hubris.

My grave is dug from the hole I created using my own teeth. This is Gluttony.