Breathing In Temptation [ Breaking Free ]

Dare take a bet on me

I am the closest to illusion, you ever came up against

Skinless and detoxed, here I stand  now

my old shabby cloth lies sinless besides my feet

Dare raise the eye

where you stare, lies only my old waste skin, 

in memory of my dead self

Yes, it is me

I have always been the ultimate me

my desperately me, my everlasting me

can't you tell...

It is me,

free of my very own elements, 

breathing in temptation under my ultimate truth

Come on...

The apple tree , oh that myth

And then 

there , the snake, 

would you ever believe such a concept of an illusion

such an alter ego to my deepest lusts

It all, was me

and nothing but me

The human, the desire, the vulnerable, 

the seed, the fruit, the sin

and alas, 

eventually, the getaway

Take a brave look at my old skin

resting silent all over my waste land

for,

I was born to be a sinner

born to bear all my snaky truths

born to create and taste, my very own juicy apple, 

to bravely honor the release of my very soul

Still need that myth...

Go on , look me in the eye

I, created the apple

I, held the snaky desire

I, the willing to erase the rule

I, the gone free as a sin, of  the paradise myth

In the end 

I even, 

got rid of my very own beloved skin 

Dare recognize me

Dare recognize you

Oh!

What a myth indeed!

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[c] Evangelia Hatzidaki

....no apple, no tree, no sin...

just an excuse 

....and a determination to break free from it all...