Fruit

The tree of life bears good fruit

Then labels it forbidden

Even the leaves, also the roots

Life mimics Eden.

Good fruit feeds and it heals

And every soul is seeking

But dare we be crowned Eve?

Dare change what we believe in?

Always good, Always forbidden

The soul so undeserving.

Crave it, but denied

A Punishment for certain.

Good, for it’s forbidden?

Forbidden, for it’s good?

A taste, is life forsaken

Yet, THIS life I would.

What good is life without fruit?

Is it fruit that makes us weak?

How good was life without a craving?

Living with nothing to seek.

Sweet. Fruit. Death has found me.

Or, was it I that chose?