Mountains of Blood

Mountains are dirt
Mountains are sand
Mountains are rock
But most of all
Mountains are time
We do not make them
Yet we break them
Time lost by hand
Soon all is gone
An empty land
Much like them are we
People are skin
People are bones
People are time
But most of all
People are blood
We do not just make it
We also spill it
Anger consuming ones mind
Hatred instead of love
Building higher than I
Until one lets out
The monster within
To only leave
The spill of
A Mountain of Blood