Metamorph - Blood Has Been Shed

Dark clouds line the sky and descend

To the shallow heart of the man

Enraptured by the burning flames of animosity

The hammer falls and penetrates

And preys on my demons darkest desires

My soul is now a womb

You are flesh of my flesh

Forever we embrace

I see my reflection on the bloodstained floor

A clenched fist that holds no compassion

Tranquility an escape

I will never know

Conception — the breeding

Labor — the pain I bear

Birth — of scorn reproduction