Packaged Meat (poem)

Damaged again
Am I just the rotten meat
That you pick up at the store?

Picked up by one
Tossed back again
Picked up by two
Broken in again

Wont a shopper take me in
Cook me and eat me
I'm processed meat
Packed and wrapped in this skin
Discolored on the outside

You would never know
Deep on the inside
I was packed so gentle
Sealed with so much love

But noone will ever know
Because I've pushed myself down
Hidden behind the others
That you take for granted

Slowly I'll turn to poison
And finally she'll find me
But its too late by then

She'll cook me and eat me
I'll run through her veins
My poison taking over
Stopping the beat
of her beautiful heart