3A poem, obviously. Possibly an intro to a Seven Sins theme...? I don't know. Feel free to leave a thought; I promise to cherish it. :)
Dedicated to all-night crams to fail an exam.
Sticky-smooth
sliver of
sloth
mask my mind
conceal my heart
and sing
the slow,
nauseous tune
of the unsung .
(Care can only
carry so far,
and falling
can be the
end.)
Restart,
remove,
rearrange this
still
life.
Content,
content:
Resting.
12.12.08