The Recipe

A dash of revenge and a smidgen of hate,
Are the main ingredients when I bake.
A cup of razor blade, for someone’s life to fade,
These things required when I make the cake.
I frost it with the very best,
Of poisoning ingredients that soon infest.
For you’re body and mind,
No antidote to find,
As quickly you clutch you're silent chest.
So on this occasion, a chef I arise,
Before you eat it say you’re goodbyes.
For now it’s time you’re life to release,
Let my dessert fill you with rest and peace,
So I will know in my heart, my cake’s won first prize.