This world isn’t for innocence.
He gripped her hair and forced her lips to the apple,
Blindfolded, she was told to bite and bite hard,
The pain just the beginning…a taste of that to come.
The sweet juice of the fruit mixed with her blood -
The intoxicating scent still arouses,
Still draws his lips to hers,
Still excites her when she flows,
 The memory of that first bite -
Oh, so embedded in our souls.
This world isn’t for innocence, no,
The purity lies within our darkness,
The taint, the twisted path into the light,
Each bite feeds our hunger for more,
And more…more…the pain only the beginning,
That first forced feeding the sweet juice
We linger over, we fight for -
So grip my hair, sweet lover, force my lips apart,
Give me the taste to quench my thirst,
And bury your wounds within my heart.
This world isn’t for the innocent, no.
Blindfolded, she bit the apple…

 

She bit it hard.