Metamorphosis, a Macabre Ritual

In dark times
A presence
Unreal insanity
Is knocking untamed
On the gates of my brain

A crowd of shadows
Dancing the rite
A ritual among the fire of mind
The metamorphosis

I wander
In the essence
Of the most brutal absence

No one will hear you
I feel cold
We will eat your pith
I feel empty
The rite will begin
You can't stop the metamorphosis