I rocketed upward on a ship of
adrenaline to test the boundaries
of boundless contentment, and
my fuel burned out. The adrenaline
dragged me to hell, but no point
beyond. Sloth stood at the gates
of hail to greet me with his
sickening laugh of avoidance.
Greed came out of the Devil’s
bank to cover my eyes with his
filthy hands; Lust dragged herself
out Lucifer’s bedroom to seduce
my heart with her anesthetic eyes.
Satan forced me to stair into his
mirror to see my inner Pride which
was swollen beyond the points of
my physical structure. Envy tried
to hide himself to the best of his
abilities under the devil’s carpet,
but that was not meant to be.
The beast eerily offered me to
partake in his feast; as I reached
for a napkin of needles Gluttony
stared in approval right back at
me. Satan just laughed sourly.
Rumbles shook the table; suddenly
I saw Anger, the little hellion, tear
through the thick dried blood of
Lucifer’s heart and rise out of his
mouth just to relocate itself to
the vessels of my soul. I then
realized it: The devil had been
riding his rocket. In his sick, twisted
way, he was testing the boundaries
of boundless contentment,
and his fuel had just burned out.