Sui's Haven

The judges gather round the table
Like clockwork they await their feast

The qualification for this competition is your pain
The entry fee is your likability
And the prize is the permission to cry

I present my heart on a grand platter
And my blood in a wine glass
Will I be shown sympathy
Or will I be deemed a loser?

But beware, beware
My food is not one for delight
For it drags you down to the pits
And slowly invades your sanity

Like the apple from the garden of Eden
Were you to partake of my cuisine
Your eyes shall forever be open to me

Will you show me sympathy then
Or will you run from me?