Hatred thrives in the darkest part inside me,
subliminally growing and its tendrils drapes,
my veins are tendrils
around my system
pressed so carefully;
the intricated patterns of something damned
something bad blooms in the dark,
shielded from the eyes and lights.
Can't be caught on camera.
The only damned thing in the garden of eden
apple trees and snakes and strayed souls
I cant comprehend these hateful thoughts.
I am a vessel now.
With vines of unknown leaves printed on my rusted skin
I wonder what the snake had against Eve if it's not what im feeling right now
I wonder if I get to eden
will I get to see the apple tree
or had it been taken down since Adam and Eve left home an empty place?
I feel a slithering motioning up and down my spine.
Something beaconing me to let go and come home, to eden, but
dear God, what's imprinted onto my skin now can't be rid of
I am hateful and damned and I can't come home like this
my feet still soiled
from when I buried the seed of the apple tree,
the only roots that thrived on my own sins.
