"All the tears and all the bodies bring about our second birth..."

in regards to the Fall.
Adam is Death
in so that i fear
that i will become
physical with my lies

- everytime -

i go on to you
it's like some sort of
quiet assassination....

being given over
to my own words
that will murder me

these inherent
character flaws
become so
predictable

its when we pretend
to act like adults
do these insecurities
overwhelm our desperate
love

for desire....

we silently scream
for those things
that we hold
to be so true.

it must be tragedy or providence
that no one knows my own
secret failures or
feelings
that seem
ever so
teenage
to me
now

oh!

where does it end?
don't dare tell me
how much i hope
and i how much i scheme
with the fruit of all that
i gather
but this gift is not like
the trespass