Deathe Frappe

my soul
tossed into the blender
frothing and overflowing
spun and compounded
into slimy liquid
dripping through your lips.

I am bitter with
pain and poison, yet, still,

You say
"This tastes great!"
as I
slip down your throat--

I shall waltz with Bile
and destroy all that is You.

You've left nothing of me.