Crimson Fate

The crimson fruit that stains my cold mouth didn't notice that

everything would go south. Too sweet to notice the wrong thing underneath

or the silent prayer spoken with teeth. Too sweet to notice the wrong

thing underneath or the silent prayer spoken with teeth. Now my fate

is sealed. I won't come back here. Broken in deep from these black

dotted seeds. The scarlet apple that touches my pale palms like my mahogany

wood or sage time. Bitter for anyone with taste. Sweet for anyone

underneath. Now my fate is sealed. I won't come back here.