To maintain your sanity, never open the door
that has kept the withered and weeping hidden for years.
Don’t assume they want that which you, in their place, would want.
You can feed them by sending meat through holes in the floor.
But you claim you’ve come to change our infernal regime
through your skill and care? Your compassionate mettle gleams!
Though, the last to see them ate her own eyes so that more
of their tears, she explained, wouldn’t drip down inside her mind.
You must think I hint at a mystic power behind
the scorn of weepers to inflict such madness and gore,
but I speak of domestic truths more worthy of fear.
My father, my sister, my mother just want to live
forever. By eating each other’s pain, they’ll endure.
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