Chocolate! I like you.
You do not taste like my shoe.
I could tread a thousand miles,
and still, your flavor would give me smiles.
But were you taken away
I would cry for you everyday.

I WOULD CUT OUT MY HEART AND CRY BLOOD MAGGOT TEARS FOR YOU DEMISE OH WHY DID FATE CHOOSE YOU MY LITTLE SUICIDE ANGEL DEMON CUTTER LOVE CHILD MEMORY.

(That was my attempt at goth poetry)