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Too Far

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Drip.     Drip.     Drip.

Ahh. There it is. So sweet is it. So bright.

Drip.   Drip.   Drip.

Every night now. Every night I have feasted.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I feel myself getting weaker but I can’t stop. I have totally and utterly succumbed.

DripDrip. DripDrip. DripDrip.

It consumes me as I consume it. Feasting, drinking, always thirsting for more.

DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip.

More. I must have more. My arms are covered in the scars of my previous meals.

DripDripDripDripDripDripDripDripDrip.

But, I find myself not caring. Even as I suck myself dry.

DRIPDRIPDRIPDRIPDRIPDRIPDRIPDRIPDRIP

My own blood. I suck it down like sweet nectar. I take it from myself. I feel drained, dry, empty. Oh the nights pass in agony but still I take more. I love it, love how it glistens. Love how it sparkles. Love how it tastes. When will I stop? Never. Not until I’m dead and every last drop is gone. I feel it now. The life seeping from me as blood seeped through my skin.
But I can’t stop.





...drop.
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