A bit creepy, a poem I put into a story

Here's a creepy poem that's going to be expanded into a short story...


Im cooking macaroni in the microwave.
Im cooking your heart in my hand.
On your knees you lie in chains,
Stand up son, be a man.

I'm concentrating on my sitcom.
I've crashed what you rebuilt
You'll shower me with love and jewels
I'll shower you with guilt.

Please don't leave me darling
Being sadist's far too fun
I'll pretend to hear your sobs
Once my macaroni's done.

[edit on 10/14/04 by ArtStarr]

Whoa...Okay, I'm a bit freaked out.

ok wow I just probably freaked everyone out hardcore and i just joined the site. whoop a daisy!

hahah once you see the story im putting im expanding it to it wont be so freaky...hopefully

Hurry up and put it into a story. It sounds as though it'll be a very good addition to the contest! Besides, I'm cooking my macaroni from now on!