One, Do you remember?

A piece of chocolate was enough,

For you to give me away.

Did you worry about what would happen to me?

Did you worry I’d be happy?

The taste, still bitter on my tongue.

Two, I hated chocolate, did you not know?

I hate it even more now though, 

You gave me a way to the savages,

Flying around me like fruit flies, 

I cried for a miracle in my reality, 

Yelled out, hoping that you would hear,

Were you too drunk on the poison to hear a thing?

Three, Your voice cradles me,

Like a sirens call, to the very deep,

I lost my way on a path of dream

filled with white roses, 

My sacrificial blood seeping through the petals,

My desire to snatch the apple, 

So worth the taste, it’s too bad.

The venomous touch of the water 

Choking on the taste, so sweet. 

I’d shout for help,

But I’m an idiot sailor who fell 

For the devil’s touch, at Poseidon’s mercy, 

Slash the trident through me. 

Maggots come to feed on my decaying skin

It’s too evil, far too cruel,

Far too good, I succumb to it, 

Let the monsters around me, 

Come in through my eyes, and nose, and mouth, 

gag me and eat me alive. 

Four, a red stream stains the water, 

Self-made piranhas devour me,

Oh, mother please save me, 

Can you sacrifice yourself?

Hold your breath, I dare you. 

Enter this ocean and face me. 

The ocean you had complete power and control over. 

Five, what’s that?

I see you near the shore of my own head, 

I barely see your face but why are you standing there, 

Save me, your own flesh and blood is dying, 

And yet you’re there standing as if,

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. 

Six, who cares anyway?

I take one big breath of the toxin-filled water my life has become,

Entering my lungs as it belongs, 

Painful reality slipping through my brain,

You threw my future up dulled by greed,

The day you left me, and behold, 

No angels came down, ministering to me, 

A dirty Kenite deserving of love, unheard of.

Was it a feeling like this ma?

This sensation, comparable to satan.

Seven, my lust it blinds me,

I see nothing but the poison floating around me, 

Gluttonously I breathe in harder, 

That greed becomes the horn that calls upon hell,

Imagining myself as the envy of anyone,

Who vows to devotion,  

Childhood purity? What a joke. 

The world turning colors around me,

Feeling that high kicking in motion,

The drug coursing through my veins 

Not having this?

I’d rather burn in the flames.

As a sloth, I find it easy to find peace

On the branches of your prideful wrath.  

Eight, lucky number ding ding,

The murky waters getting clearer,

My eyes shed tears from the sudden light, 

Not used to it leaving me, I need cover. 

Nine, get away from me, 

Don’t find out, don’t realize, 

I lie to love, and god I love to lie, 

The affection to the sick far greater, 

I am sick! My eyes were far too tired to keep wake, 

Ten, No shut your voice don’t let me hear another word,

The sins far too long, my book of judgments carrying me down

a one-way ticket to you.