I love how every poem of yours incorporate some darkness, no matter what category your poem is placed under. It's a gift. :) I feel like many people don't grasp the true meaning of darkness, but you certainly do. Your poem is very moving. Its repetition, its alliteration, its pace ... it all makes my blood pump faster. You managed to set the tone quite well, I could feel frustration but also some paranoia. It's raw but also masterfully done, nice.

Oh I forgot to mention a typo:

"I could roar into ten mouths,
they a hundred,"
^ I assume that "they" should be "then". :)