"Feed me"
it whispers (it roars)
its claws tear bloody chunks of my heart
its teeth rip into my flesh
eyes shining like the blood on its lips
"more"
(it whispers with my own tongue)
"I can't"
I beg (I plead)
my blood flows
pools and rivers and streams
a mockery of tears
(its all mine. it always has been)
"You can"
it knows
it always does
I always have more I could give
should give
must give
I weep
I pull blood from the stones that make up my bones
and I feed it
it shudders, burning with glee
(it can never be full)