Twisted Encouragement

Imagine me.
Go ahead, how do you see me?
Say my name.
Let it's very essence leave your lips,
And with it,
My very existence.
Imagine that you've summoned me.
Pretend I stand in front of you.
Do you see my jet black skin?
Perhaps my eyes?
Do you see the formlessness of my white iris'.
Or are you a lucky one?
Maybe it is you who can see my heart,
It's teeth devilishly grinning at you.
My pointed ears, maybe?
The flesh dripping from my mouth and claws?
The opening in my endless stomach,
Revealing your partially digested head.
Did you realise that you were dead?
I didn't mean to kill you.
You were just so beautiful.
Don't let anyone tell you any different.