• Eve’s Bite



    The wind comes through, my branches bend and twist.
    I am bare, full of malicious, rotted fruit.
    I invite you in, take a bite. Just one bite.
    Who wants to live forever?

    (Volo ut denique exsisto unus ut loco a subsisto ut is.)

    And Eve shattered me.
    Adam defiled me.
    God wants to strike me.
    No matter how much this dead bark prays,
    They will not reach.
    Is that Armageddon?
    Is that the end I hear?

    I wish to be the seventh trumpet.
    My last demand is chaos, horror, and destruction.
    And I chant:
    “I have fruit that you can’t eat.
    I have fruit that you can’t peel.
    I have scars that you can’t heal.”

    I suckle from the river of self decay.
    How loathsome to the eyes I must be.
    Come, take my fruit.
    Writhing is how I survive.
    Strip my skin.
    This will be my greatest settling of the scores.

    Is that Armageddon I hear?
    Is that Armageddon?
    God, do you take mercy?
    Did you finally bring the end of everything for me?
    Did you finally answer that prayer of mine?

    So filthy, I can’t get it off of me.
    So dirty, I scratch, scratch, scratch.
    I have fruit that you can’t eat,
    I have fruit that you can’t peel.
    I have scars that you can’t heal.

    She's UNCLEAN.