The pull from the tree That has poison fruit Drags me in Makes me eat Against my will Until I see My feet walking My hand picking My mouth eating That fruit again What is the draw This gravity tree Why canβt I think This animal pull That drives me To this fruit I could ask Eve Iβm sure she knows Unlike the man Who just blames Is that snake a rope That binds my free will Or are they fruits From my labor The magnetic pull Of the dark All that I know Is please find a way That takes me away From the shadow Of this tree
sometimes i write in first person even if it's not me, sometimes it's me.