Evil Eden

Just don't even bother.

The glorious fruits and places,
you've been told all your life.
I believe the serpent-
The hate, the anger, the strife.

I've learned to take the good,
along with the bad.
Take all the things that make me happy,
and all the things sad.

I embraced your love,
and forgot the breakage and pain.
Still I can't live without you,
and love you all the same.

Years have flown by,
in my perilous Eden.
The flowers are brittle,
the ground uneven.

My water is of brine,
gushing and streaming blood.
The trees wilt and birds die,
the golden pathways under mud.

The gates are mangled,
scorched and black with hate.
I am alone here, me and my grief,
falling to fate.

The leaves hold no color here-
they too are lost and dead.
They too have been crippled,
from all that you've said.

The walls of fortresses crumbled,
broken down and full of sorrow.
Ashes peel and float away,
dreading that awful tomorrow.

My Eden's skies are dark,
the clouds bleeding angry rain.
No leaves or shelter at all,
no subsiding of my pain.

The sun has fallen from the sky,
crashed into the torrential sea.

My Eden is evil, mulcting,
for it's no longer you and me.
The sad, sad wind winds through here,
swaying the dead things to and fro.
The warmth is gone, and your touch,

I guess I'll never know.
Chilling winds cut through the barren fields,
wrapping me with my abandon memories.
I'm in exile here, lost with my sorrows,
alone with nowhere to flee.

The grass lays dead in rows of four,
and charred rocks dot this place.
I'm knocking on the devil's door,
invited in to meet his mace.

The serpents whisper to me,
slithering along dying trails.
I am nude, wandering in space,
My heart evanescent, my body frail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I have learned there is no
happiness along with this threnity.
This is my Evil Eden,
with it's unending boundaries

Author's Note

Is your Eden good or Evil?