Rattlecage

Rattlecage that makes us breath,
HOlds us close,
Makes believe.
Why are you so desperate then
When rattlecage has yet to begin?

Rattlecage that makes us love,
That blesses us
From up above
Where would you be heading now?
Had Rattlecage not shown you how?

Rattlecage, A supposition
That clamps our throats,
With superstition,
When you're mind begins to slip,
You enter Rattlecage's crypt.

Rattlecage that rattles about,
That makes us mad,
That makes us pout.
Rattlecage that little bitch
That makes us pitch a hissy fit.

Rattlecage that from within,
Will churn about,
Upon a whim.
Rattlecage, with any luck,
Will be trapped within a muck...

Dun think it's really finished.