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