Psycroptic

Gasping for air, descending quickly down the harsh ravaged slope
(you) won't look behind
Fear drives you continue on, although your chest burns with pain
as does your mind. You are the prey, you are hunted by
a four legged beast of ancient times, a creature that survives
inside a wicked wilderness of hate, and fire.
......They roam land and sky......
Faster you move, cutting through the black night,
Hearing the moan, of wind whistling by –
You must keep on, your family awaits....for...
You and your priceless cargo. With great care,
you grasp at your side. To remind you – of your life giving prize.
Guilt flows quite thin, although you realise....you're...
Taking the life of another!
Your greatest memory was from when you were very
young, your grandfather told you of a secrret of exchanging
sickness and health. You were appalled – at the initial though
of stealing a creature unborn child. In all your wildest dreams,
you never would have thought it would come down to this.
Two decades later (and) you have a daughter of your very own,
Youre life – your blood – she lies screaming on her deathbed.
This soon, changed things – revolving – in your mind,
You went against everything.
You were taught to respect every creature born of this earth,
Nothing was below you – everything was equal.
Their young holds life – you must slice – their heart out...
You must drain the blood – then feed it to your own,