Evil in Eden

I’m lying on the grass in the Garden of Eden

With a heart melting, flowing like a river…

Dreaming about the dream of me,

The dream of me that I’m not dreaming of me.

Feeling the cool wind passing over my cold, naked body

With sweet touches,

Reminding me of the kisses you planted on me.

I’m imprisoned in a heart-shaped dungeon of Evil, in the Garden of Eden

Surrounded by daisies,

Trying to hear what nature might say about me—

Hard as a rock, dry as a desert, cold as the Arctic.

It reminds me of the kisses you planted on me.