Red blinds my vision as pomegranate drips down my hands like no other,
To fulfill my overbearing hunger,
The knife carves deeper and deeper into the fruits delicate skin,
God deems it the greatest sin,
But I can't stop, I won't stop, I need to eat,
Once it reaches my parched lips it is truly a sensation so sweet,
It's just Mother Nature willing me to go on, to do more, to get more,
Pomegranate is the best fruit, everything else is such a total bore.
