It is in the dark

Beneath the shade of night

When every demon creeps forth

Those I have slain in the light

They seek me out

They crowd ’round me

For the warmth of my own hell

That glows as a fire from within

this shark
in the waters of the modern world
writes and writes and writes
and if he stops he dies

this shark
in the waters of the modern world
bites and bites and bites
consuming everyone in his path
without malice, or ill intent
it is simply his nature
and the hunger never ends
and the ink tastes like blood

this shark
devours the things he loves