Of Apples, Snakes And Valium

We're not in Eden anymore.
It's not hidden inside a packet, or a pill box or a glass bottle.
No longer is the heartache worth the fruit's allure -
The poppies are withering, the grasses now barren.

Your fevered eyes bear the scars of your past
And the severity of your withdrawal.
I can try until it kills me to be Atlas
But my strength is gone; my shoulders sore.

Don't you dare give in to the embers.
Don't lose yourself to the riptide.
We can still leave it behind, like breath on a mirror
So please hold onto me before you're out of my sight.

The berries are rancid, the vines thick with decay.
Your Eden is an overdose away.