Tortured little daughter
of despair.
Would you like an apple
to dull the pain?
Laced with blood adorned by angels
who must suffer the wretched man.
It is sure to put you to sleep
as soon as it touches your lips,
and leaves your hand.
Tortured little child
of wanning hopes and
shattered dreams.
Would you like the forbidden fruit
to make everything as it seems
instead of what it is?
Drenched in the tears of a thousand fathers
who died to guarantee your fate.
It is sure to make you fly,
so somewhere nice, dreamt through escape.
~not finished.... can't continue thoughts right now
