Dimensional pain

Roses are red,the sky is blue you will suffer that's for sure. Your pain is pure, you follow my rule. When your neck cracks and your heart breaks you eat stakes. Stakes are of meat and you just ate your friend. Just bend! It is not the end You have a task I'm about to ask. Was it good..or a lack of salt? Oh,you're saying that's my fault? I'm sorry,I run out of salt.