(Poisoned) Cake

Chocolate cake,
not cake with fish,
Cakes with candles on,
to make a birthday wish.

Slice by slice,
your cake consumed my life,
You didn’t care
that I still had a wife.

Tastes so sweet,
you knew I’d want more
All of a sudden,
I was knocking at your door.

Big bits, small bits,
so much cake to make us merry,
Before too long
you’d given me your cherry

Fillings so sweet,
with tastes of milk and honey,
I love my cakes,
yet this made me feel funny.

Stomach swollen,
one huge feast and I’d had my fill,
All that cake,
was starting to make me ill….

Your poisoned cake,
attacking at my mental health,
I’d soon find out,
that you’d had too much cake yourself.

Poison now,
running deep within your veins,
Claiming that,
you just could not be the same

And blaming me,
for all the things that you felt,
Your tasty fillings,
had now begun to melt.

Cake box crumpled,
you just couldn’t find your place,
Hating your cake,
it’s skin, it’s bones, it’s face.

It’s rotting now,
you believed your label ‘out of date’
I’d tried to help,
but I’d found your cake too late.

You hate cakes,
but ate it still and now you’re dead,
Had I’d known early,
I think I’d of had an apple instead.