Of Apples, Snakes And Valium We're not in Eden anymore. It's not hidden inside a packet, or a pill box or a glass bottle. No longer is the heartache worth the fruit's allure - The poppies are withering, the grasses now barren. Your fevered eyes bear the scars of your past And the severity of your withdrawal. I can try until it kills me to be Atlas But my strength is gone; my shoulders sore. Don't you dare give in to the embers. Don't lose yourself to the riptide. We can still leave it behind, like breath on a mirror So please hold onto me before you're out of my sight. The berries are rancid, the vines thick with decay. Your Eden is an overdose away.
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