All I want to do is cut the flesh and make it bleed. Pure red bliss, dripping onto my tongue; waiting so patiently for a bit of heaven.

I can be somebody new. I can tear the flesh from bone, and make a meal of what we cherish. It's very possible, very meaningful. I can sink my beautiful teeth into your skin, and pull forth the soul of which I lack. I can be a monster, or something more beautiful. However you want it, I can be your fantasy. I thrust my fingers into your open wounds, pulling out the glorious meat. I am starved. My hips move to the tempo of your screams. It's so sick, so beautiful. Every piece of you, becomes entwined with me.