Acedia/Sloth

Slow, as the mind will rot Giving up on the fight that I fought Bleak is my future as I believe The state of stasis is my only relief Never feel the urge to undertake Failed to see the height of what is at stake Never seem to see the fault in myself Just a small step away from the grave that I delve Turn away, turn away leave no footprints behind Leave the path astray, nothing left for you to find I blame it all on myself, just like I did before I find that there is just no reason to live anymore Paralyzed by indecision No sense of purpose, no perception or vision Indulge myself into nothing as I partake Once again I feel how this life is fake Can't stop to slip of into paradise A life of sloth where I feel nothing at all It creeps up as I start to realize That when I get this high It's just a longer way to fall It's just a longer way to fall And I can't seem to get out of this oppressed spite Can't see the good in a daily rut Rot away in a depressed life It fades away from me as I start to cut It fades away from me as I start to cut Seconds slip away I've lived in the now Sliver of me will stay And yet I feel that somehow I need to constantly remain in one place Feed of the envy of all Yet I remain a disgrace Hours pass by, no movement detected I'm trapped in myself The rusted joints are infected Time will stand still As I focus my breath Ruptured at my will The constant rest will be my own death