Hungered

I live for the taste of blood and skin coating my tongue. I dream of devouring you night after night. I'll eat your heart. I'll lap up your blood like spilled milk. I will spill you. I am coming for you and I want your nightmares filled up with me. Right to the brim and flowing over into your days. I want you. I want you dieing over and over again in my arms. You should have known this was going to happen when my finger nails grew longer and my teeth grew sharper right before your eyes. You should have seen the red seeping into my irises and known the hunger that was growing there. Getting deeper. Getting out of control. Little fingers down into my innards, twisting in insatiable need and want. So hungry. So very hungry. So very hungry and coming just for you in the night with your taste ever living on my crimson lips.