The Simplicity of Good and Evil
sweet and sickly the serpent weaves
his scales glistening as his body curves
his evil spirit tempts me
pulling me in
seducing me into sin
the serpent takes form of a man
his arms embracing me
whispers pressuring me into temptation
soft echos of disgrace burdening the flesh of my ear
urging me to disturb the universe
to break the rules he -man- has made
pushing me beneath the tree
a being of nature like no other
its branches speaking of time
years of passing
memories of the good and sinful
memories taking on the form of knowledge
knowledge has become the fruit of life
but this life is evil
this fruit prohibited
its crimson shell a shield
the serpent urges me to take it
his voice tempting
so seductive pain stabs my abdomen
each footstep echos in my mind
the fruit breaks free
the tree shaking in encouragement
as I bite into the fruit
knowledge floods my brain
the sweetness shattering the bounds of innocence
clarity burns me mind
shame burdens my thoughts
I AM EXPOSED.
the serpent laughs
the sound a screech
my naked skin
a cruel melody twists in my mind
is this my punishment?
was pleasure a sin
and happiness a shame?
does he take thrill
in seeing me
is my weakness his strength?
am I not made from him
but him made from me?
does he only feel
what I feel?
are his emotions made from mine?
and my body made from his?
do we mock what we create for each other?
or is this simply
GOOD VS. EVIL?