Ripe Fruit For The Wicked

Once upon the road

I searched for home

Only to find

Enemy fire and land mines

Crackling bones, embers drift

Absolution over… with the

Blinding sun in your eyes

You reach for me

Cherry pick your darkest desires

I’m rotten, bruised..expired

Like Ripe fruit for the wicked

I’m hanging now on your every word, pick me, pick me…

Like Ripe fruit for the wicked!

Little demons scatter everywhere

Running amuck without a care

Temptress is on my trail

Unrelenting without fail

So quickly now the beauty fades

Tranquility declared deceased

With the blinding sun in your eyes

You reach for me

Run boy run

From your shadow

Cross your heart and hope to die

Merry go round the black abyss

The cold embrace, the serpent kiss

Low end doom and unrelenting

Postulate the bitter ending

Dream state mauling, distant calling

Echoes across the hellscape

The future means absolutely nothing to me

The future means nothing to me

The future means absolutely nothing