A Boy With Roses

I Want to Die In Your Arms

I never make promises to myself
In a flowing verse
I seem to forget everything 
Lashes of innocence I laugh at mumbling coxcombs
The truth you lampoon
A rhapsody of rhymes in a maze
Shallow and florid 

I inhale, my lesson
Subject abort
The words I erase
A goat song
Next to the pain in my chest
And take shape in a new form
Lifeless corpse
With white skin and red lips
And no, and no real acumen
Use me like a toy

I will be a good boy for you
Doing everything you say
Keep me and concede your love
As you spit in my mouth
I want to die in your arms

Tied up on a dirty mattress
Piss stained and subdued
Tethered with sinew, I don\'t move 
At night I lick my wounds 
I am a reed in the wind when you ignore me
I want you more, more than I could say 
I admire your façade, how you deny yourself 
The kitsch I horde come alive
The sorrow in my lungs, a perfect crime 
Ravish priceless lights, a mind ravaged with fantasy
Chasity in a cage, elude the fear in your bones
Afraid, we\'re insane 
Every lingering ache I circumvent 
Pursue your punishment in punctual darkness

I inhale, my lesson
Subject abort
The words I erase
A goat song
Next to the pain in my chest
And take shape in a new form
Lifeless corpse
With white skin and red lips
And no, and no real acumen
Use me like a toy.