It’s what I thrive on;
Pushing others down to stand taller.
My hunger is demonically stubborn,
Always demanding more.
Their fear, their embarrassment, their inferiority,
Is thrilling to me, not nearly quenching my thirst.
Every weak attempt to fight makes me strong,
Each plea for mercy fuels my fire.
But the food chain extends past me.
The hunter inevitably becomes the hunter.