Exhausted...

There are no words.

My life falls apart every time I open my eyes. Afterlife, Afterdeath, everything is harsh, bright, and seared into my mind. A world on fire catches up to me, from behind, hurtling towards me like death. It silently approaches, stalking me in the burning sunlit morning.

This sun is at its brightest, ready to explode.
This lion at it's fiercest, dying.

A sacrificial stone, drenched to the drone.

Half a bar of silence brings me back to reality, I'm no Dorian Gray, but I see the future. My face emaciates as I touch it with scorched hands. Eyes rolling back, sinking like stones in my pass, I'm past.

Have you heard a death rattle?

I shake mine every day.

I hear silent screams and twisted dreams, morbid angels, the fearless fearing you.

Who?

The past. Coming for me. I can't see straight in front of me. Would you look at who's become?

There are no words. Nothing to say but nothing at all. Imagery melted long ago. Paragraphs rubbing together, like still wet paint cracking in the heat. There was a burning intensity, from where the future ended.

I'm crawling here, beneath you, with eyes of ash.

Have you ever heard the death rattle?