I took a bite of the forbidden fruit, and
wondered,
why I was dying
wondered
why
something so dark,
so
ominous in its nature
could still be pure
how the devil himself could still have a halo
death is something you don’t realize has captivated you until you’re dead
until the flower by the window has wilted over
until
the milk you just bought has expired
until
the illusion fades away
and you realize
the garden you once planted is filled with tombstones
and
you walk through it
slowly
reading each one
wondering how
things fade so quickly
but the women that showed me graveyards made them seem like gardens
and the man that showed me gardens
made me realize their impending doom
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
I took a bite of the forbidden fruit, and
wondered,
why I was dying
wondered
why
something so dark,
so
ominous in its nature
could still be pure
how the devil himself could still have a halo
death is something you don’t realize has captivated you until you’re dead
until the flower by the window has wilted over
until
the milk you just bought has expired
until
the illusion fades away
and you realize
the garden you once planted is filled with tombstones
and
you walk through it
slowly
reading each one
wondering how
things fade so quickly
but the women that showed me graveyards made them seem like gardens
and the man that showed me gardens
made me realize their impending doom
there is no difference between a garden and a graveyard
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