Abandoned by the voice of my ancestors, all I ever seek was to see where these tree line emerged.

I stand in front of a wall that prohibits my vision, I no longer see the other side where my fortune is buried.

I stretch my palm up high  reaching out for a fruit, but lady in red was a disguise I consumed a forbidden fruit.

Intoxicated by a liquid dripping  from a disposed Malibu, blinded by a material soft enough to cover my dark days.

Like a vulture, I waited for the hungry to feed, and when their pockets where full I consumed the sweetest remains.

Beware of falling for the serpent that slithers in the greenest of grasses, beware of falling for the image that reflects in the cleanest of mirrors, beware of falling for the Phoenix that rose from the finest of Ashe's.

Beware of the vicious killer with the whitest of teeth, for her smile will swallow you whole.

Beware of the sharpest poet with a pen in hand, for she will scribe the harshest of words that will forever reside in your heart.