I am an apple, cursed on the inside
Left alone by a wild wolf, wholly designed
My nearby leaves resemble the living dead
From famous horror movies
Crushed by the weight of the critics
That land, land on my sticks
My dried-up leaves
And they pick at my skin
And so I am fickle
About everything
Sick with self-loathing
Destroying the seeds
I...
I had promised to spring
I can see myself letting go
See myself falling
Into the unknown
And I admit it's kind of exciting
Diving into the void
Where d**h is just an illusion
One that humans avoid
I still hope
My fall is broken
By someone I know
I still hope
My seeds will yield
An apple to grow