Sister Death

Look at me, Sister Death. Raise your gaze Dry your brow. Come to be, Sister Death. Lament Pour your soul your pain unto me Listen close, Sister Death. Starvation leads not to salvation Let time develop Wade on through your youth There is no need, Sister Death Cut the rope Untie the noose It is no use, Sister Death To rush the day To lasso the sun to try to drag it inside you Close your legs, Sister Death Quantity of partners equals not physical age. Put away your eager breast, Sister Death The time to feed will come, But, not quite yet. Give it time, Sister Death Forlorn not the day Forlorn not your tears Your heart beats slow Your tears stream swift Wait for the dawn, Sister Death Awaiting you, a most precious gift.