Signals
I am deeply involved
GPS
WIFI
Mobile
Television
I am depended
One power cut
I am down
One wire cut
I am down
Any simple cut
I am done

I am
Eve.
It is my task
To sample the fruit,
To romance the serpent,
To
Fall.
It is my task
To corrupt.

I am
Eve.
It is my duty to be pure.
My burden
Is skin
Is shame
Is
Pleasure.
It is my charge
To be a symbol,
To be a statue--
Smooth, perfect marble
Cold and unmoldable.

But
My flesh
Gives
Under fingers.
My smoothness
Has heat.
Has breath.
Has
Blood.

I am
Eve.
It is my calling
To be a paradigm.
Still and quiet as a
Painting or mural
Which can be pointed to
And admired.
It is my role.
I am something
To aspire to.
Something to acquire.
Something to
Protect.

I am
Eve.
It is my destiny
To disappoint.
It is my fate
To fail.
It is my study
To ******.

I have been to trial
By power.
It is my crime
To burn the garden.
It is my obligation
To be
Deceived.

I am Eve.
And I am
Unprepared.

Morphine.
That is what I need to heal the pain you left me with.
The pain that my body has come so accustomed to.
You gave me a reason to live, but ripped it out from under my feet.
I let you have so much control over me.
My thoughts.
My feeling.
My future.
How could I have been such a fool?
When I hear your name, I don't smile anymore.
I don't even feel anything anymore.
I'm numb.
You have ****** the life out of me.
I'm not living, but I'm surviving.
Surviving to make it to the day when you mean absolutely nothing to me anymore.

Have you ever spoken with someone in this deep manner? The pain clarifies, sharpening and focusing into
wait where is my mind
Delaying the spoen inevitable truth spit
*spoken
Can't type when I'm shaking with emergency