Thursday 23 February 2012

Poison Apple

Bright red,
gleaming, enticing
magical, plastic
all for show

The core,
cracked, fractured
rotting, natural
all hidden

Poison Apple you are
Like a snake you bite
You were once the cure
Now you are the disease.

Slinking your way
Injecting my heart
You bring me down
and now I can barely start.

The engine doesn't work
The exhaust cries.
Polluted air I breath
Full of deceit and lies.

You think you had me
But oblivious as you are
I am lightweight and free
Though I'm still far.

Far from the vice
Far from the noose
Far from constriction and pain
Far from you again.

It all started with do you remember...

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