a cake i won't eat

bitter as the spit
which covers your candles
one for each wretched year
you breathed my air
as i offered you life

ten paces is not enough
to erase this disdain
from my heart brought to me
by your self-inflicted hate
i'll offer you no solace

this empty celebration the farce
we have become, eachother
tasting the spirit of our fate
as the salt of my tears
distills the vinegar from my soul