If he had a voice

If he had a voice, what would it sound like?

Would it be more of a whisper than a voice
Would it present you with only one choice

It would reek of poison and blood 
and lure you in with words coated in honey

You wouldn’t survive without me, it would say 
That’s why I’ll kill you one day 

How much do I have to pay?
Everything,
it would say
so clasp your hands and pray

I’ll hold you close when others make you cry 
That’s why you can never leave me so don’t even try 
Another tear?
You’re hopeless, my dear

It would sing you lullabies, turning false to true
Once you fall asleep it would suffocate you 
Until your face turns a sickly blue 
When others look away he would steal a kiss or two 
Whispering — I’ll eat you

He devours you, leaving no flesh, bone or hair 
Because he loves every part of you

Your body belongs to me 
so don’t let anyone in 
I’ll dispose of them 
starting with their skin  
What’s with that ugly grin?
You’re the one painted in sin

Poor, poor girl
Ugly, wretched girl 
You are fortunate 
to be loved by me
cared for by me
dominated by me
Because nobody loves you
like I do 
don’t you think so too?
You poor, poor girl

Would it grow raspy sometimes
and make your ears bleed 
Would it laugh in a different language
and plant another seed
Would the melody in his voice die out
and become flat tones
Would it forget the honey coating
and shatter your bones

If he had a voice
that’s what it would sound like