They invited us to dine in Eden
We should have declined
I was no Adam and
And you were no Eve,
Yet their footsteps
We made our own
Consumed by our naiveity
We sat down
And enjoyed a three course meal-
Your death,
My death,
Our death.
Your apple, my addiction
Your lips, my poison
Your heart, my salvation
Your demons, mine to love eternally...
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Ignorant By Default
PoetryEnter the mind of the broken. These are emotions I went through, the pain and sorrow I experienced...