Death Rattle.
Rattle on through this endless night. Be the last thing I say, the last thing I hear. Let the rattle carry further, farther on, past my memories and the light of my last tender lover's kiss. Let the gurgling, rasping, hoarse rattle of my hollowed, empty throat carry on in death. Let it consume the sky, pollute your sweet dreams of love long since passed.
Let it strangle the love, the future, that imminent touch of another's upon your broken, weeping heart.
Let this death rattle hang heavy over your head, let it claw at your soft smoothed throat, let it clutch upon your quivering Adam's apple until you decide to reciprocate.
To replicate. To reprimand. And to re-enact.
This death rattle is my lovers song, all for you, sweet angel of the night. This death rattles wreaks poison, poisonous pain for your sweet heart to soak in, eternally. Until your own rattle, that sweet poem of death, leaks from your trembling throat, also. Past your sweet, sweated lips, rising eternally until your tender death rattle reaches mine in the sky of Hell's tortured Earth. Mother Nature shall help us no more.
I'll be yours, as much as I ever shall.
Speak to me with your death rattle, match the harsh rumble of mine own.
Rattle me this lover, death comes as a sanctuary to all this life's pain.
Rattle on through this endless night. Be the last thing I say, the last thing I hear. Let the rattle carry further, farther on, past my memories and the light of my last tender lover's kiss. Let the gurgling, rasping, hoarse rattle of my hollowed, empty throat carry on in death. Let it consume the sky, pollute your sweet dreams of love long since passed.
Let it strangle the love, the future, that imminent touch of another's upon your broken, weeping heart.
Let this death rattle hang heavy over your head, let it claw at your soft smoothed throat, let it clutch upon your quivering Adam's apple until you decide to reciprocate.
To replicate. To reprimand. And to re-enact.
This death rattle is my lovers song, all for you, sweet angel of the night. This death rattles wreaks poison, poisonous pain for your sweet heart to soak in, eternally. Until your own rattle, that sweet poem of death, leaks from your trembling throat, also. Past your sweet, sweated lips, rising eternally until your tender death rattle reaches mine in the sky of Hell's tortured Earth. Mother Nature shall help us no more.
I'll be yours, as much as I ever shall.
Speak to me with your death rattle, match the harsh rumble of mine own.
Rattle me this lover, death comes as a sanctuary to all this life's pain.
