My mouth waters with desire,
I stare with longing.
Upon this tree of treachery sits my only need
A forbidden fruit, the seeds sown from it are that of the purest hate.
One taste means to betray.
A second is heresy.
To be put to a stake and burned for my passions.
Ridiculed for my inadequacies, berated by loved ones for what ive done.
This is my hell, and here i sit staring at my wicked fruit.

I look at you and I wonder when. screams want to erupt from my pursed lips.
My mind rages with thoughts on the inside of this calm composure.
With every beat my heart is telling me to try
To let go of all the fear of what you might say, but it never wants to come out.
This sorrow pours from my breast and for now i hold my breath for the fear of drowning in a puddle of my heart on the floor.