Behold

The way you are looking at me right now. That's all that really matters. To me, at least.

This moment

Right now. Like I am all that you care about.

(Passion into composure)

Your eyes, they are hungry.

Not like the old many with his craving, depraved gaze.

No.

Not the way I looked at the dead body.

(Bodies.)

No.

Not either. But very close.

(Hesitation into resolve)

Repulsed. Intrigued. Thirsty. Like you want to drink me in, swallow me whole.

Do it. As long as you want me. Need me. Need this.

Me. This moment. Right now.

As long as you need me.

(Love letters into grave markers).

Do it.

Make a feast out of

Me.