Blinded

I can't beleive I did that
Offered myself to on on a plate
Now you've had your fill
And I'm stuffed with hate.

Your knife and fork still stab at me
Whilst I lay in my gravy of mud
Seasoned with bitterness
The Cranberry sauce my blood.

You didn't see I wasn't ready
Still red raw
But your greedindess and desire
Blinded what you saw.