Insults slide through your lips like candy
Sweet rivulets of sugar coated hate dribble down your chin
Your saccharine smile hides the most delicious malice
Dripping with disgust
That drowns me in your sweet revulsion
And leaves me lying sated in a puddle of my own self hate

If I could I would pin my heart to a canvas
For you to hang upon your wall
So you could watch it bleed and rot
By your own hand
--A most exquisite anguish.