Poopy Fruit.

Poopy Fruit.

Your roots run far far deeper than you know.

They are rot and riddled with poison.

When the deepest roots are plagued.

Tree and fruit produce like kind.

Dig deeper than ever and pull hard.

You have made wine from your poisonous fruit.

You have drank deep from your cup.

You bath in the mash, mud and maggots.

You delight in your own fester.

You have enslaved yourself to darkness

Darkness has devoured you.

You have embraced it with open arms and heart.

Heed warning and put down your cup.

Spew your toxic vile.

For you know not of what is to come.

Your heart has gone black

Your spirit is frozen, encased in ice.

You have abandoned your tethers.

You have unplugged your source of life.

When the night you have created lays waste to the break of dawn, and the new sun rises.

Your heart and spirit will melt in its heat.

You will feel everything you have created by your hands to its fullest and will feel every drop of pain from its thaw.

You will feel every grief from a thousand widows.

You will feel every pain from a thousand births and there will be no offspring to hold.

You will feel the knives in your back of a thousand lover’s betrayed.

You will cry out and scream louder than a thousand in the heat of combat

No one will hear you,

For you have cut off your own tongue and ripped out your own throat.

No one will hear you,

For you have cut off their ears and deafened them with your cry.

You will beg for their hands but you have cut off your own and theirs along with.

You will plead and beg for death and will be embraced and caged by life.

You will remain at the gate of the black hole and feel every ounce of crushing gravity and light piercing your flesh, yet you will not be sucked in.

You will not be granted the dark end you scream for.

You will only be naked and riddled with shame in the light.

You have done all this by your own hands

By your own cup.

By the ingestion of the poisonous wine you have consumed from your poisonous fruit.

Your tree is hollow and riddled with insects.

And your roots lay ruin to the soil below.

~life of a tree, tree of a life.