Forbidden Fruit Intro

In my hand is a pencil an eraser and a blade

Because if I can't write my wrongs

Then I'll just leak out on the page

Dull edges and collapsed veins

Bodies of water

Asphyxiation and blood stains

The devil is not done crying

So stop asking about the rain

Sometimes getting a little wet

Helps ease up on all the pain

Evil is a stationary vehicle

Driven by emotion

And all of the love lost demons that I've come across

Always seem to be most devoted

Frost bitten bodies left in cold dark oceans

By the time you find the time

Your weapon of choice will be rusted, corroded

I swear this is not a wave

But I can promise that it's a notion

I've been putting messages in bottles

But then I overthink so I turn them into potions

If telling little white lies isn't always an ulterior motive

Then why does the smell of losing control always have to be so god damn potent