Holding an edge,
Honed on my hundred demons.
Not the kind,
From social considerations.
Cutting kind,
All mania,
Teeth.
Frenzied grins,
As the most terrifying thing,
In the dark.
A kind of monster,
Other monsters flee.
A predator of predators.
Hungering forever.
Rarely known love.
Can you tell?
Hah.
Honed On My Hundred Demons.
