Why do you eat from the fruit when you know it is poison
It's sweetness a veil to the bile rising in your veins
And the flesh that chokes you
It draws you in close so you can't smell the rotting behind it
Covering its tracks with salt
Not angel
Not demon
A man
A soul
Thorns will dig in as he tells you how much he cares
His gifts already ablaze
And if he ever says "I love you"
It's already too late
His claws dig deep
A year it's taken to pull out his quills,
And you've brought him right back to me
Fuck you Milo
