Rotten Fruit

The seeds we sow predicate our growth
Scrawling words on mottled walls
Prophecies told
Prophecies ignored
Enter eternity
Floating on tides of pain
Sinking below
I cannot endure
Transposed, torn from a past in which I never had a foothold
Cast into this future blind
Footprints that only ever sink deeper into sand
Doomed to be swallowed by the tide
Left to my own devices, I will find a way to fade away
Left to my own devices, I will find a way to disappear
Left to my own devices, I will find a way to self-destruct
Left to my own devices, I will find a way
All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
Such is woe, a tangled understory
Calloused twisted veins welcoming the imposter
Residing within, swimming through the marrow of my bones
Teeth carving through ivory walls, he seeks to take total control
The pungent smell of death
The ripening flow of age
I am still alive while I decay
Froth seeping from my lips
An alluring temptation, knowing it could end
Cruel is the joke, our lives are illusions
Pain is the thing that is eternal
Trapped in dreamscapes of total darkness
Searching for signs of light
Oh, sweet embrace, intoxicating touch
Succumbing again and again
Left to my own devices, I will find a way to ruin
Left to my own devices, I will find a way
All the seeds we've sown are absolute
Lost inside the darkness
Lost in the you
Dangling from a willow, rotten fruit
I have become nothing
Just like you



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