The Forbidden Fruit

It calls to us, with a siren's song,

The forbidden fruit, that we know is wrong,

But still we reach out, and we take a bite,

And we feel the rush, of illicit delight.

It's like a fire, that burns so bright,

But it leaves us empty, when it's out of sight,

It's a mirage, that we can never touch,

And it leaves us longing, for something much.

It's like a drug, that we can't resist,

And it pulls us in, with a seductive twist,

It's a trap, that we willingly fall,

And it leaves us shattered, and alone in our thrall.

It's like a thief, that steals our soul,

And it leaves us broken, without a goal,

It's a darkness, that we can never escape,

And it leaves us wondering, if we'll ever be safe.

It's like a storm, that rages within,

And it leaves us with scars, that will never begin,

It's a poison, that we willingly drink,

And it leaves us with nothing, but the void to think.

So let us remember, the power of illicit desire,

And let us resist, its tempting fire,

For it's a trap, that leads us down a path of pain,

And it leaves us empty, in its selfish gain.

For the forbidden fruit, may seem so sweet,

But in the end, it will leave us incomplete,

So let us choose, the path of light,

And let us live, in the truth that's right.