similar to Clear Sky's post, although this reflects more my current feelings of misanthropy and hopelessness

something would have happened, or i had become incredibly mentally exhausted (that kind of "emtpy-eyed stare" feeling i get when i dissociate). my partner would be collapsed, laying against a wall, barely conscious as it is, and i would stab them in the neck, caressing them and biting parts out of their neck whilst exclaiming my undying love for them. as they struggle against me i comfort them in their last moments, devouring their neck and gorging myself with their flesh, eating their eyes and face. with almost nothing left of the one i was enthralled with, the adrenalin and hedonistic desire fulfillment wear off, and i blankly weep. guilt overwhelms me, and i collapse next to their corpse, clutching their lifeless body. days pass, i can't move. the body starts to fester and rot. i die silently, next to the one i love.