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