Prompt:

how do you feel when you take apart what is left of your heart little pieces left on the floor slipping past the part you adore let me see your breast and I'll have a taste cause all our wounds seem to sink into the waste I don't mind wasting time kill her now kill her before she wakes taste her blood taste her sweet cakes the world may seem like a shitty place but how could you say those things to me no excuses now I've done the math cruise control is set I'm on the path I don't mind wasting time I'm a piece of shit and I know it's true glaring back through the mirror I find the truth all of a sudden I'm on display all of the people talk at once in my head scream and shout, telling me to take my meds killer fixation for the words we speak not much left inside for me to think not much left beside your thoughtless cage