LeFt tO PerIsh

 He just couldn't get enough. No matter how much she bled and screamed, her nightmare would just begin.  It became something he now needed. Until the beast inside him was satisfied, no matter how many tears she cried. In his eyes, she had to die. 
It wasn't so much the bruises he painted on her skin or the yelling that clouded her ears, but the past that haunted her repeatably. She had been warned. Once he got a little taste there would be no stopping him. Her nightmare would never end. 
Just one trickle of blood and he was done. Once that vibrant red liquid hit his tongue, it danced there and made his love for her numb. This love he would no longer cherish. This love like her, left to perish. 
   As she laid there in stillness, silenced by her own blood, she wept tiredessly, in defeat and forever in pain. He was all she lived for, she would once give her life for him, her sanity she couldnt maintain. She embraced death with no restrain.