Negative me

I am jealous.

Little green monsters run through my head

like little martian soccer teams

back nd forth 

searching for a goal.

Envy is my sin.

I am angry.

Passionate storms rage war in my soul,

leaving everything

torn and broken

scattered all around.

Wrath is my sin

I am lazy.

Idle hands sit by my sides,

painting no master piece,

only flicking my thumbs,

slowly at that.

Sloth is my sin.

I want more. 

Taking all I can hold,

still wanting more,

never good enough

unless I have it all.

Greed is my sin.

I can't stop.

Hungry simply insatiable,
wasting what I don't want,
giving nothing to anyone,
swallowing more than I can chew.

Gluttony is my sin.

I am perfect.

I see no flaw in my design,
Everyone wants to be me
and touch me
I need no improvement.

Pride is my sin.

I desire you.

I want nothing more than to tear you apart,
claim every inch
of the soft skin
taunting me.

Lust is my sin.