Can I say how much I hate you (short - 1st draft - remember, the 1st draft of anything is always shit)

You say some words, but he can't hear them proper. He's gasping, reaching for air that isn't there. He feels iron in his mouth from the bite he took from you. He's a hound without a leash and no sense of direction except forward. You remember liking him like this. The way you could control him gave you a sense of power, an adrenaline rush like the world was flat no more. There were hills you could climb and fall down from. There were the gaps and gasps between the creaks of a dying child and his mourning mother. You try to remember laughter, but you can't. Do you even remember how true laughter sounds like? How it looks like? Where did it go. Where did it all go. He's still gnawing at you. Relentless. You embrace him cause you like his touch regardless. You'll forgive him for this. As he takes another bite, the pain reminds you already have. An excuse to get hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do, I do. Then hurt me. That's what crosses your mind as his teeth sink deeper. You weep and cry. The tears you shed tonight won't go to waste. He'll thank you for your meat and bones. That's all we are. In the end. A bunch of meat hanging on some bones. You'll never forget the satisfaction you gave him. Somehow, that makes it all okay when you gag some words.

Can I say how much I hate you?