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Carrying round this cage of secrets Heavy on the soul Feel the last rattle upon me Vultures fly overhead for cool pickings. The battle is not with death but me I feel the battles I've had throughout my life Battles against me, few for me Battles against myself. Then death rolled open its rich tapestry Oh, and was it red! As I stepped onto that final rung I felt the wrestling inside; the rattling of that cage. Great is pity for carrying over this onerous charge I ball my fist, rage at the skies And nought but silence greets my fear Thus graceful forward; no more to prove. I've heard that G-d is love... Let's hope I meet no wrath I've heard speak of rebirth Oh, let me unburden afore I leave. And the rattle of the cage's so loud Lying here, I try to tell you things But 'tis of little use, for I am witness to The last moments of this life . . . . Eyes feel lead-laden, hands so heavy Head feels like stone, an appendage Tongue swells up; cannot speak And the lights go out inside my head . . . . Yes, someone turned out the sparkle in my core . . . . (I think that . . . . no, I think . . . . ) And then . . . . simply, I am no more . . . . No more. ( . . . .  ) Star Toucher, 21 February 2013
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
The rattling of the cage
Carrying round this cage of secrets Heavy on the soul Feel the last rattle upon me Vultures fly overhead for cool pickings. The battle is not with death but me I feel the battles I've had throughout my life Battles against me, few for me Battles against myself. Then death rolled open its rich tapestry Oh, and was it red! As I stepped onto that final rung I felt the wrestling inside; the rattling of that cage. Great is pity for carrying over this onerous charge I ball my fist, rage at the skies And nought but silence greets my fear Thus graceful forward; no more to prove. I've heard that G-d is love... Let's hope I meet no wrath I've heard speak of rebirth Oh, let me unburden afore I leave. And the rattle of the cage's so loud Lying here, I try to tell you things But 'tis of little use, for I am witness to The last moments of this life . . . . Eyes feel lead-laden, hands so heavy Head feels like stone, an appendage Tongue swells up; cannot speak And the lights go out inside my head . . . . Yes, someone turned out the sparkle in my core . . . . (I think that . . . . no, I think . . . . ) And then . . . . simply, I am no more . . . . No more. ( . . . .  ) Star Toucher, 21 February 2013
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Feb 21, 2013
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