Miss the Screaming!

His face is unfocused
The drug had done too much,
Maybe for his health
But my satisfaction is never such.
His eyes are one of wonder,
Then of pain when a headache nears.
He feels his disgusting bruises,
His heart beat I can hear.
I breathe emotion in,
leaving his inside wonderfully empty.
He sits there motionless,
Only his mind he can see
And its slipping....
I can feel a slither of his mind,
Growing in my healthy eyes.
I feel him tugging at my soul,
Not willing to speak good-byes.
I grip his face with claws slicing in
I rip his chest from fabric.
I lean to kiss his beating heart,
Laughing something quit horific.
Ice grows from his chest,
spreading like frozen wild fire,
I sit back to watch his face,
My work something I truely admire.
I've never heard a man make this noise,
Had seen him cry at my beaming.
I sniffed the rapid energy.
God, how I missed the screaming!