My Monster [Madness]

He lurks in the dark where the forest lays, down in the shadows in which he stays
I've named him Arrow for his lovely wrath, piercing anyone who gets in his path
Of all my monsters not to brag or boast, he's the one that I let out the most.
He's charm and love in all the wrong places, maybe that is why he has two faces.
Arrow is too fun, too violent and kind, I had to keep him locked up in my mind.
His claws are coated with blood that he spills, he laughs at his prey right before he kills.
Such a pure, thick lust springs forth from my brain, the thrill of the chase is hard to maintain.
I love his hatred the pleasure it gives, by writing him down so it always lives.