I wandered down the street-no general direction in mind,
And I stumbled upon an elderly woman standing in front of a church.
The woman had circular scars on her hands, and her face seemed to glow.
"Hello, son. Would you like to help an old lady out?" Her eyes were kind, loving.
"Maybe...what do you need?" I felt exhausted, and I had no idea where I was.
"Come back on Sunday. I have a plan for you."
She then turned around, and went inside the church.
The loving feeling was gone.

Oh how sinful that Friday was.
But Saturdays are the core of an aged apple.

I find myself without direction, once again.
I feel my vision blur, yet I have no influence in my veins.
I walk into the red light district of town-
I don't even notice.
I walk in front of and underground club, it was painted red.
A sign glowed "Fallen Angel" in bold, neon red letters.
"Hey! Hey you! Yeah, you, the one that is walking. Come're!" A man calls out to me.
His eyes are black, and so is his attire.
He smiles like a snake, and slithers up to me.
In his hand he holds an apple with one bite in it.
"What do you want?" I keep a distance.
I feel a sense of bliss in his presence-
but this bliss has an underlying feeling-
the feeling of hate.
"I want you to come inside my club." He smiles a grimacing smile.
"Not tonight though, oh no. It is much too full tonight. How about Sunday?"
The smile doesn't falter.
His voice was temptation, his eyes were greed, and his heart was gone.
"Maybe. I believe I'm busy." I remembered the woman, but she was oh so faint to me now.
I could barely even remember her face, or her love.
"I promise you'll have a good time." He takes another bite of his apple.
"I'll think about it.." The people inside sounded like they were in a bliss-
that the world was theirs for the taking.
I wanted that.

Saturdays may be rotten,
but Sundays are the seeds.

I woke up inside of my bed.
I didn't really sleep.
I shuffled to a sitting position, and I looked down onto the floor.
There lay a bible and a bottle of liquor-
I left them both there.
The world seemed to be mapless,
and my compass was spinning out of control.
Outside became my surrounding, as I walked through the door.
I looked to my left toward the Church, and I felt love.
I looked to my right toward the club, and I felt bliss.

My feet led the way.