Odourless alliance

Mothers orteria uterina, a foreseen tomb.
Agony awaits me.
With my eyelids closed, a darkened vault welcomes me.
A torturous garden unfolded, to the end of time.
I have learn to walk it, until I have grown immemorial.
Chained in this body, I'm gasping for air.
All that I'm breathing now, is the malodour of poisoned...disheartenment.
The nails in my heart an invitation of pain.
It will make me fall apart, like a puzzle beyond repair!