What am I?
But worm at apples core.
My soul lives at the expense of flesh,
Gobbled up as I burrow down deep.
Empty space fills empty mind,
And the chorus sings eat, eat, eat.
My soul lives on while I eat the fruit.
The expense of my flesh?
It doesn't worry me anymore.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
What am I?
But worm at apples core.
My soul lives at the expense of flesh,
Gobbled up as I burrow down deep.
Empty space fills empty mind,
And the chorus sings eat, eat, eat.
My soul lives on while I eat the fruit.
The expense of my flesh?
It doesn't worry me anymore.