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