Rapture

I speak the sultry sound of voice
When not given an option,
A chance or choice
I move in motion, malignant to all
Struggle to stammer
Flail and crawl
I speak the solemn language of sin
Because with perpetual life
Humanity doesn't win
I drink the droplets of desire and hate
To further pursue
Inevitable fate
I drown in judgment, all allure
Feelings that fuel my
Wanting for more
I fall in luster and illuminate the sea
My greatest triumph is
The end of me