Craving

Sometimes I feel like a parasite, clinging to you, draining you, eating you alive from the inside out. Piercing your flesh with my claws, digging into your chest, I’m like a wild animal feeding with the most exquisite prey ever to exist. 

Your taste makes me go into a frenzy. I see you bleeding but I cannot stop myself. I am just a servant of my own desires, a prisoner of my own lust.

What will be left of you after I finish?

What will be left of me after you’re gone?

I want nothing more than just what you are. And what you are is poison. 

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