Dark as nite deceiving as day
Her mood is a pool of black
To match the heart on her plate
One of revolting bitterness
That she cuts with her fork and knife
And feasts on its poisonous malice
Revenge is not better cold but hot
And her favorite flavour is rot
She captures your soul drinks it down
Your tortured screams a musical sound
As she digests you inside out with a smile
Then spits you out like something vile
She tries to feed you the thing she calls love
But it is hate that chokes you the whole while
Clears off the table like you are left overs to her
And feeds your remains to the birds
The crows are the others she tossed away
Begging to be let back into her world of sin
Kevin and Ann Sawatzky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vegetarian/
