Think of the fruit as you feel yourself plummet into hell.
The one you took a bite out of it,
Feeling the juice trickle down your dry throat.
It filled you with greed, lust and joy.
A ride you soon become addicted to.
What you did is not to be confused with curiosity,
But with guilty and hellish pleasure seeded by the concept of death.
The world you know has done the same before and after,
So no shame if you feel like you are alone.
But no one is truly alone.
They share the same "curiosity" as you do.
Now they'll share the same pain too.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
