delicious sweet
never out grow
real fruit my ***
polluted to last
guaranteed to satisfy
no need to testify
give into the ease
greased into disease
release
the peace
summon reprieve
i live to
never be crossed
though that outcome
seems to always be lost
auto piloted
selfless delirium
it always felt like
we were home
drenched in intemperance
remedy found in acceptance
regardless of the pretense
you asked me three different times
guided by shared pines
blind enough to see between the lines
now that my life has no meaning
i felt nothing