everyone is dying
and i am

a paradox
bleeding between the lines of pages
staining satin sheets
cast upon the dawn of ages
rather, this age anyway

what does all of this mean to you
breaking houses
breaking bones
breaking people
everything's breaking

there's not much left to do now
but break
in a broken world
made for
breaking

maybe we should break out
of prison

cast out from the garden of eden
what.
did.
we.
do.

who are you
where are you
and why

if you didn't want us to eat the fruit you could have put it in another garden or stashed it away or refrained from creating it or
You Knew

you knew but you did it anyways because you are not justful you are just
the most rotten fruit

we could have been ripe

the idea was nice
but in your image
we were made

alive