Do not call me lazy,
Despite my outward performance,
This dreamy cobalt haze,
Thralldom to a demonic apathy,
One of the seven,
Weighing ones limbs down,
But moreso ones soul,
Rendering all effort as wasteful,
Have you even met Sloth?
That cruel vice of lethargy,
A disinterest in ones own life,
Leaden disinterest in betterment,
A zombie of no necromantic persuasion,
I find myself slave to this sinful trail,
A yellow brick road to ruin,
To live is needless exertion.