Live Razor Wire

My words like lightening
striking all about
as I grow fangs with little bite

Head is hanging around
but I wasn't lost
until you shed the light

What I'm known for
is what I digress in
What I long for
to bring forth new sin

I bind myself with sight
as I humbly pronounce, "with haste, sire".

What I'm becoming known for...
for slaughtering kin
What I long for?
I long to recover meaning within

Holding on without might
to live razor wire

The rewards are shocking...