Damaged goods are all I see:
Bitten, rotten, looking for me.
Searching for fear; a thrill on a ride.
Step away from me, I'm not on your side.
But you soon split into two
As the rotten one quickly flees,
pursuing the ripe garden
while the other gorges on me.
Thinking you can have it all,
you pick every fruit in sight.
As the other suckles her teeth into me;
this isn't what I wanted it to be.
I push you back from where you came
close the door shut, lock it up.
There's nothing to see;
I am finally free.
My only time with peace
awaits in my bedroom-
but not for long..
Soon you will have it all.
No choice of mine,
I may not fight.
My life is yours
for the taking.
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