You took me in your hands
so soft
so sweet
yet your eyes of greed
were warnings I couldn't see
and so when you said three words to me
I had no choice but to believe
so I let you peel back my skin
gentle at first
then hungry
for what you saw within
was so soft
so sweet
that your greed turned from a want
to a need
and as you indulged on my being
I pleaded for an end
you did not listen
and you lied yet again
and yet again I believed
until all that was left of me
was guts and blood
and as I watched you pick me from your teeth
all I could do was hope
that your stomach burned with my bittersweet memory