Blood and Chocolate

please criticise this poem... it needs work!

Warm thick blood
contained in a milk chocolate shell.
This is what I want,
what I need,
to sustain the demon child
growing within my womb.
He hungers
and I must obey.
Bring forth the blood and chocolate!
I must not let him die!
Although,
allowing this monster to live
may result in my own untimely death.
This supernatural thing may kill me
rather than let me raise it at all.
Could I do the same?
Could I abort this beast
growing inside of me?
I could not.
I would not.
I would never kill a baby.
Not even one such as this.
So,
I say once more,
Bring forth the blood and chocolate!
My chap shall live!