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Eve
Strike me down with your cathartic wit
My memory haunts me well with it
With such quick wisdom, such blanked stares
You linger possessed through my nightmares
Disguised as a serpent, you slither past my eye
You tease me and torture me until my nerves begin to cry
Like a blow to the face, you savor my expression
As you tear through my bones with complete indiscretion
While you travel the highways of my being
You frighten the coward that is already fleeing
Away from the torment that wretches its might
Waiting for salvation to bring it to light
But says the passion of such a forbidden fruit
You lay dormant within you waiting for truth
To stand beside you and set you free
Though the white light before you makes you bleed
