Respawn

Again. Again, I can't stay awake when you're devouring my guts. No pain. My nerves are numb from the gentle venom pouring from your fangs as you bite into my neck, and I don't even know whose bloody mass of flesh is flickering in my vision as it twitches wildly. With the sound of your chewing as a lullaby, my normally sleep-deprived consciousness slumps to the ground like a two-year-old child. I wish I could see where you start to bone my body and where you peel off the bones and scrape off the flesh with all your heart. I wish I could have watched until you were satisfied, and then it would have been just that one time. Wish you were a flame too.