Love and Hatred

Rage fuels my hunger.
Want fuels my goals.
Need fuels my motivation.
I’ve put up with you for so long,
now I want what is mine.
Paralyzed, all you can do is watch
as I descend upon you, lips upon yours,
nibbling, biting, tearing, shredding—
your coppery saliva I savor—it makes me shudder.
My nails dig into your back, flesh parting,
you sweat rivers of red as I hold you close.
As I move to your neck, I latch on and squeeze,
the satisfying crunch of your windpipe
delights me; a melodic sound.
I move my hands to your chest,
massaging it, kneading it,
scratching it, scraping it,
ripping it, slicing it.
I break your bones, hearing you cry out,
a symphonic shrill that excites me
as I find your beating heart.
Gingerly I grasp it, caressing it
before I yank it out,
blood spraying—a warm, scarlet rain.
I run my tongue over the throbbing mass,
teasing it before clamping down,
pulling back, hearing it split.
I look into your glassy eyes,
a smirk upon my face
as I chew up your emotions
and then spit them out at your feet.