Canticle - Autumn Tears

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