Black, Inside Out

Her head rolled across the stone dias, trails of crimson life essence following its path. Empty sockets invited my eyes and i could not keep them away, the hollow pockets once held her beautiful blue eyes. Her mouth lay agape a shocked expression planted in stone upon the tan skin of her head. I still held her body in my hand, slicing her throat I had cleaved her noggin clear off those naked shoulders. My metallic claws dripped with her life's' fleeting warmth, I raised them to my mouth and licked the red decadent liquid off them. The hunger had my conscious self smothered with desire and pushed away by lust. I watched as my gaping maw tore into the corpse tearing chunks of human flesh aside to be quickly devoured. She was a beautiful girl and would make a fine meal indeed. Lost in the hunger i was that there was no control over my body, it was lost to my own commands. I had become The Beast......