Mother's Murderer

I am the night that befell
On the sunniest of days
I'm from a womb
That rejected its lone seed
I am a storm
That speaks just of destruction
I am he who cannot live.

When the night brought upon the earth,
A spell of absolute serenity
And when all eyes shut, the earth rested,
Death with its silent steps
Marched upon my doorsteps
Cloaked in the inky shadows of the dark
It touched the woman's womb
To take not but to give
Of a dark gift
Towards which fate was so blinded
That no beauty that lights childbirth
Was imparted in me, I was Pain...

I was conceived in pain
And in pain have I ever lived.
I sucked out the breath of my mother's soul
My cries were the Knell of Death,
My sight, a basilisk's stare
That which brought smiles to the rest
Brought tears to the eyes of my mother
She who bore me left me to nothingness
And I, who was of her blood, live my life in guilt
Of a crime that I'd never committed.

How can you rest Mother,
So soundly in the arms of Death,
When each breath burns my soul with guilt?
How can you sleep so soundly, Mother,
When your child screams with a mighty pain?