Consigned to Oblivion

I’ve warmed us a seat in hell, of molten lava
My rodent peers, tears, fears, consigned to oblivion

Mother, you silenced the voice of hope
For I was born with hands around my throat
And I purge myself at the thought every time
I gnawed at rope and swallowed twine

Maternal hands that drowned me slow
Summoned monsters from below
And I buried you, in a shallow grave among the rest
A faded heartbeat in your chest