The cake is ruined!

The one I used to devour,
till my mouth and heart were filled
with ambrosial divinity.

I hardly remember what it was like
when it was fresh.

All I recall is

a faint smell
of red
and white.

a faint taste
of love
I put into some earlier version.

a faint touch
of the soft, sugary scent of cream
caressing my skin.

a faint sound
of sweet, savory syrup temptingly
calling my name.

But the bottle called louder.

And I drowned it,
in too much
liquor.

Now, all I can taste
is the stale cream,
abandoned for ages.

Now, all I can feel
is the hatred,
hatched from neglect.

Now, all I can see
is this green-and-white-eyed monster,
Staring back at me.

A reeking, rotten, moldy, mushy smush
Of mash,

its divine days long gone,

Ripe for the trash.