Pandora's Womb

Our mother is dying again

coldly she stares at her kin, with no empathy

she said you will remember me, all of me, and... none of me...

with each sigh of pain. I give birth to you,

now there is no time left... face fate... whitout me

sculpting every shallow grin from the madness I now keep

shame on us as we coil, and shed our skin

The paralyzed wretch now clings to me

working deep its needy fingers

burrowing, nestling within the warmth of waning, feral flesh

in hopes of sipping from the coveted chalice of cancer

all to remind us of false comfort found within the arms of fate

innocence wakes from brittle bones

and sleep draws closer with each subtle breath

pursed lips, cracked and swollen

sip sweet milk from ivory breast

nurturing the inevitable end, infant eyes peer and widen

her womb laced with decay spews forth it's putrescence

and so is born another fool... broken angels fall at our feet

skeletal apparitions with eyeless sockets

crawling and seething, weeping for mercy

we eat their bodies, savor their flesh

tasting their anguish so the misery can live on

within us, passing from one to another

the searing hatred thet now lines our skin

I can feel your gaze on me, yet you always look away

my eyes and my lips sewn shut, I forget that we are here

if this is my Hell, then I carry you with me always