oo6. [[Poetry]]

Two words are like forbidden fruit in Eden,
as each second passes the temptation grows stronger,
I wonder more is the prize is worth the risk.
Piercing through my body like wood engulfed by fire,
wanting to tear it apart leaving charred remains,
and yet it still fails to burn with a will of innocence.
As pure as a lamb brought to slaughter,
my heart wishes my mouth would vocalize,
pleading for two worlds,
to free my lost soul from despair.
Searching deeper into the abyss,
the burden is heavier
while the journey nears its end.
Farther I venture to the fruit,
the prize is within arm's reach but,
what if?

K.Alexander 3.14.09