I Am The Snake - A Poem

Take a bite out of the apple, Baby, they're really good for you!

 

I slide into your garden

And lurk behind the trees,

Watching each and every one of you,

As you laugh and joke and tease.

So happy are you all,

In this evergreen Eden,

Living life to the full,

And enjoying your freedom.

But it's a freedom so white,

So plain and without depth.

No layers to your happiness,

Just a superficial mess.

I'll offer shade to your party,

Some truth, some lies, some sting.

A dash of black to drain away

The joy from everything.

A single touch from me

And you're caught within my grasp.

My venom surges through your veins

Like the poison of an Asp.

Take a bite out of the apple,

They're really good for you!

I'm offering this fruit to take,

So decide what you're gonna do.

Take this apple from my hands,

Bite the tender skin.

Then let me lead you from the garden

Into a world of Sin.

 © Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

The Pain I Feel Makes Me Love You Even More (You Be The Rose, I'll Be The Shade) - A Poem

Sprawled out in the sun

Like a pretty little coffin

(With dainty purple roses

Painted on the sides),

You wait for me to dig a hole

Six foot deep and six foot wide,

Where we can lie forever -

As the rest of the world goes by.

But my fingers can't grace

Your furnished, well-kept surface -

Death just out of reach,

My willing burial denied.

I ache from trying to touch you -

A futile attempt at an impossible connection.

And yet somewhere in this shade of grey,

Must lurk an answer to my pain.

Indeed, I shan't rest until I've stolen

All the colour from your eyes,

Like you stole the love from my heart.

I can't let you go alone -

To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,

Without this Black Shade to veil you.

And I can't let you make me cry,

Because beneath my make-up

Is nothing, nothing at all.

There's only one way

To drive this Shadow from my soul -

Me and you together,

Buried, and whole.

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012