Out of the Garden

jumbled mess, non contest
disrespect a family crest
introspect your fucking test
goddamn loss at its very best 
shape shift, movement 
lack of improvement 
what the hell am I really doing?
who are you, thinking you feel it? 
I'll shed you like snakeskin
molt and rot and be done with it
oh God get me out of the garden
don't want your grace; I'm over it
I didn't lose the one
never materialize, never become
never knew you, where you from? 
oh that's nice... now get gone
half-fed, half-hearted
lacking will to be complete in either
falling apart like my mother
wasted and withered, willow without her
I've shed you like the leaves 
like I was fortunate enough as a tree
maybe I'll be buried with that fantasy
change a season and lose all feeling
oh God, get me out of the garden
the apple fell far as our souls harden
corruption, reduction, what war is this? 
hands outstretched as they're lost in violence
I reached for your hand one too many times
lost the grip, let it slip, can't call you mine
I won't say that I'm feeling fine
but I also won't say I want to rewind
because now I'm out of the garden
escaped the delusion, parted with it
my half heart as it went it's farthest
lost control and it was beautiful , cathartic