"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show..."
the blood shoots down the inside of my limbs, in a hurry to comply with gravity. the rings at the base of my fingers delay the process- turning off each nerve one by one.
start to feel numb.
emptiness conquers
abandoned space takes shape- lightly floating up the gaping corners hiding in the shadows.
as i reach for the fruit, the snake slithers up my arm, and around my neck for comfort. he assures my temporary safety and caresses my cheek. and with promises of a different tomorrow, i sink into the first bite.
the forbidden fruit kills slowly.
the sweet juice satisfies the desperate thirst for the defiant. all convincing-all addictive.
yet its the core-that which can not be consumed- that i seek.
with the tear of the skin-the seal is broken. the fruit is bitten and the poison will take its course without pity or apology.
"Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all, but lend me your heart and i'll just let your fall.
Lend me your eyes, i can change what you see. but your soul you must keep, totally free."
leaking pleasure gathers a pool around my emotions. the poison spirals through my reason and strips me from the comforting stone. my fingers latch on for dear life- unprepared for the hallow ending to this beginning.
our minds alike fickle over certainty and swallow adventure with pride.
Finding Neverland became a game. a game which we play with eyes and hearts shut. Commitment is the diversion which i run from and long for. Pretending i dont need it became a game in itself. so to fill the void- i'll stomach the fruit. My curves will sway with the flow of the poison and i will sing the melody of your soul. Free Free Free
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