Rotten To The Core Poem by Dakota Ellerton

The spiders are creeping down my spine.
I can feel the shivers washing over my body,
my organs are turning.
The sight of rotten apples, has returned.
Pin pushed through to the core,
the apple will bleed.
Spilling poison.
A lie to a lie,
a wormhole of truth.
Innocence doesn't exhist,
death is dominant.
Purity is rare,
like a Virgin,
so untouched.
Like freshly fallen snow,
so white.
The aura you leave,
glows a beautiful black.
A mistress to the night,
but still so honest.
How did this come to be?
If I swept upon your door,
fists ablaze, heart on my sleeve,
would you take me then and there?
Let the veils fall.
To the last rose petal,
I would scream your name.
Climax to your beauty.