As bitter sweet as the tart plum tastes
I must remember the poison
That caused me to fall to my grave

The six foot hole between me
And my harmonious love
Is enough to make my bones chill over

As bitter sweet as the tart plum tastes
I must remember how black the core is
The black core that profusely engulfs whole masses

I must not dream a tender dream
I must open my eyes
And dig myself out from this grave
And remember what fruit has brought me here