Only the devil's kin brood here.
Amid the ilk and rot.
Where cynic's poison,
spread like venom
among the threadbare lot.
Fangs of hate,
bite to bone.
With razor-sharp,
and piercing eyes
look for those.
not yet stung.
To seize their hearts,
and drain their blood.
leaving none;
but opaque souls.
Glenn Fraser
