Satire

 
I am insulted midnights escaping your snarling lips
tongue to cheek full of venom
scaulding and scolding you tear flesh from soul
leaving me vulnerable to your Sadistic wrath
 
I lick my wounds then sulk in the backgrounds of your macabre theater
where you tell me more than you want
your attraction to my lover evident
 
sacrificing myself on the alter of denial
I wonder how two Sadist's fit together?
it is possible you want him not me?
 
tearing me to pieces for loving him
I attract your danger
the wanton bitch inside you
 
claws out you go for my throat
it bothers you I'm masochistic for him
he manipulates me just right
it thwarts your affections  
 
he saw me first
 
perhaps I am not the object of his every desire
but I am the melody he marches to  
year in and out
the satire he fights for
 
when my tongue's venom is posionous enough  
to kill all of you