I Knew Not The Danger

I bit the nightshade.
Drank the hemlock.
I knew not the danger.
I smelled the sweet smoke of words.
I fell into the deepest of sleeps.
I came until daylight summoned.
And still I touched the forbidden fruit.
I could not resist the shimmer.
I sliced it open.
I saw the black seeds.
I licked the dew of its ooze.
I tasted the shattered covenant.
I was then poisoned.
I am now dying.
I am without balm.
Wretched.
Alone.
Held without bars nor shackles.
Kept.
Forced to hear
the din of lie upon lie