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