Insta-Poetry 5

coyote in a snare
tremble at the thought
compensation for components
that simply can't be bought
parts to be compiled
To turn into a hellhound
I need your legs a while
I'm crafting someone profound

Out of the brimstone.
Into the Hellfire.
Teach me the unobtainable
root of desire.
Cultivate compromise
by rule of the feed.
Create a new deity:
my insatiable need.

straight edge, delightful
not nearly the cut required
insurmountably frightful
yet deeply and violently admired
combat me, tang to tang
override anything you want
in the end, I hope I hang
this world will be mine to haunt