Stay away I’m poisoned fruit
Your attempts to ignore amuse me still
For you know not the evil in sweet pursuit
I chase first, to last out the thrill
You might as well stay, mine either way
Of course you’ll be warned of my ill repute
Even as you vale to my faux goodwill
It’s the promise of my poisoned fruit
You chase to the last, your first taste of thrill
You beg to stay, trapped in my hips sway
It’s your will and senses I dilute
As you feel the call of my raven trill
While hearing your spine’s sudden chill
Too late you heed I’m poisoned fruit
For my pleasures throb in your pain acute
When your last breath, is my first thrill
Eternity you stay, another toy tossed away
“you might as well stay, mine either way”
i love that.
That was interesting.