Making Monsters

Teeth that bite and tear,
forming traps that will ensnare.
Claws that cut and slash,
a lust for blood that will ever last.
Working its way into your head,
leaving you checking under the bed.
Born from blood, hate, and sorrow,
making you suffer sooner than tomorrow.
A warm face invited you in,
then performed acts of a demon's whim.
You are a fly caught in his web,
when you realize, you're already dead.