it tastes a little ominous,
this cake that you've baked;
the topping perfidious.
i suppose it's meant to be inconspicuous,
but the sour scent in my senses appears to be poisonous.what was i expecting really,
receiving a cake from someone so treacherous,
someone who've left me helpless with no remorse.
painting black all over my purpose,
drawing a crowd to taunt me, oh how vicious.ive been the main lead in all your shows,
all so cunning and highly disastrous.
wrecking my image with relentless emphasis;
using my secrets as your clever scripts.the spotlight feels like a surgical lighthead,
your body hovering close and in hand a knife,
at that moment i'd have preferred if you stabbed my back,
rather than you slicing my skin in a moment of strife.your sly dissection,
now an ongoing operation
is simply to watch how long i can take,
my chest a soap opera,
my heart a screaming agony
as you laugh in glee at my perfect audition
to star in your destructive productions.i should have never eaten that cake,
the day you arrived with everything for me to take.
i should have never overlooked that smirk on your face,
those murderous eyes watching me turn into snow white,
only this time i was no longer meant to be awake.(this was fun to mess around with the words)