Proud of the Bite

Though always tempted to call it Fate
Every story sounds like bait,
Veils wove desperate to create
Blindness to too late --
There's a hunger to sate.
So follow a honey tongue
Down the well sprung
Then lie with the bones
Left among.
 
Devoured raw
Pleased you saw
The siren smile
Though all the while
Teeth in intestine
Beg the question
During digesting
Why the obsession?
 
Pleased to die for a passing lovely
Swimming churning chum dumbly
Happy calling vicious sharks
Always proud of their bite marks.