Fourk attack

I'll just wait for you to come,
I know that you're intentions aren't good
I don't really care, maybe I'm dumb,
No wonder I'm on your plate, I'm your food.

I'll just sit there watching myself disappear,
As mouthfuls of taste bud stimulus for you
Your fork is your weapon, a kind of rapier,
That takes me to where I get turned into goo.

You rip me apart, you can't hear me scream,
You have absolutely no idea how this feels
To not tell a soul, to patiently wait it out,
Gone forever by the end of your meal.