There are no friends on fiend street
Desire is a ******* and everyones a carnavor concealing their teeth
Careful not to smile or speak to wide
So as to hide the serrated razors they sheath

It takes a cool head and slow hand
Poaching perfected; placation of prey
Soothing sedation; sinking sensation
Men munching mandible
Ravenous exsanguination; gluttonous grin

Until nothing remains