Hooked.

I run my knife,
Over the skin of your head.
It reaches your skull.
I twist my knife,
I cut your skull.
I go deeper,
Into your essence.
I reach the cortex.
I cut the cortex,
Right into your brain.
That sweet brain of yours,
Which leaves me dazzled.
I take out your brain,
A striking bunch of cells,
The root of your being,
Your substance,
For which I envy you.
I grasp your brain between my tiny fingers
I stare at it, for a long while.
I admire it. I desire it. I crave for it.
And in a fraction of seconds,
I eat it.
So that it is all mine.
So that you are all mine.