from the golden tree
That apple of which I bit
and then tossed down hill
rolled down along the pit
got scuffed with mud and spit
our minds forgot
our bodies ought not
control our thought

from such beacons
do we all depart
trying to find our place,
our very own part
feeling for others souls
with are hands, without heart
to such depths all must go
getting filthy just to know
when we find a convenient answer
upwards we to flow

we take it up, hold it high
figuring that if it touched the sky
amongst us would the beacon live
free for all to share and and give
our jewel, blissful humanity slays
for amongst our rivalry is it lain

we all fight the good fight
some haven't been able to take a bite
and hide away
thinking they missed the last good day

Our love is like some stars in the sky
Which is light years too late to survive
It's already dead as we gaze upon it
Already ended before it begun

Our love will just be like some stars
Nothing but captivating memories
A light that shines in darkest moments
Swallowed by sunrise as it faces reality

If only the clock can be turned
Before an Eve was drawn from you
Before the vows had been exchanged
Before the fruits ripened and was due

I could have been your Eve
The one beside you under the sheets
Who fills the gaps between your fingers
While holding on to the wings of little angels

The thought would make me the happiest being
But now its nothing but a celestial dream
Maybe in another life it will come true
Or in another galaxy... who knows,
      there could be me and you.

Even if I plead to thousand shooting stars
I know my wish of us cannot be done
And never would I want to be the serpent with an apple
Deceiving hearts and making humanity miserable.

Her eyes danced with the tiny flames that held a secret
each growing brighter when they urged to yank
the oxygen from her heart and let the sparks console
the deep holes bursting with pleasure
She dabbles in the waves of fire and brimstone
The honey dipped arms monopolize the dry neck
Squeezing harder, and harder
The metallic taste of rust shoves in front her teeth
Her eyes beg to fall out to stop witnessing the desecration
She tries not to let the secret out
but her decomposed body bows down to the forensic earth
Lying in her death bed she knows
She tasted the burnt coals
And forgot to tell Adam
She won't see him in heaven.