Tree of Knowledge

Like little droplets
Of blood,
Temptation dangles,


Like it was made 
To fit 
In this palm of mine.


Like a hand
Jutting out,
It pulls me hard.


Like a theif
In the night,
It steals my resistance.


Pandora's box is
Opened, and
Death's kiss
Meets my lips.
I know its poison,
But still,
I bite.


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