The Forbidden Fruit

An inanimate, twisted soul,
dancing maniacally to silent tunes,
and soothed by chaotic melodies,
shyly approaches a nightmarish path;
A menacing turmoil
blocking the darkened road.

Creeping before his eyes,
as frightened words of curse
bleed from the corners of his lips,
his nimble feet timidly flirt with the road.
The road,
being kissed by sinfully black petals of rose,
gently feasting on the man's demented conscience.
He glides amongst the petals
which seem to fall from midair.
Tears, like no other beauty,
and yet he knows all beauty must die.

He continues down the mystifying path;
Beautiful distortions and lucid dreams
boggling his mind.
As a golden bead of sweat
flows down his forehead,
he skips along happily.
Imaginary thorns pierce his mind -
reminiscing about the uncomplicated times,
the fading times.

Humming a dispirited lullaby,
the confused man eyes a giant door afar
Decorated by rainbow swirls
waltzing in gothic patterns.
He squints,
Vaguely seeing the door give way,
opening in a blissful song.
Joyfully,
The man runs,
seemingly in slow motion,
towards the godlike beams of light
protruding from the doorway.

Only an eye's blink away,
the door shuts in a quiet slam,
right in front of the dazed gentleman's extended hand.

A gust of wind whispers by
illuminating the closed door.
The door,
which shuns hopeful souls,
denying a taste of its forbidden fruit.