A Boy With Roses

Sex Crying on the Wall

Hellbent, an ancient touch lusts for
A wounded reckoning
An ocean song for limbs
Harbour, a loveless smile
It\'s too late to save yourself
Look back and sigh
My body is sore from loving you
And I can\'t take anymore, gallivanting 
Oceans like frou-frou
Habitually unearthing my dirty linen 
Oh, how we differ 
How we leave stains like
Earmarks on the endpaper
Flying towards the sun  
I kiss danger, a tincture of hope
Craving a remedy 
Ask or surrender
This is our last time to get it right 
No luck, no incentive
Profanity fucks purity 
With binocular vision
Wrapped in a garland of bramble
Call me a good boy and spit in my hole
Tell me death is romantic 
And you\'re a miracle 
My lips taste like martini
Begging the Devil in the streets
Drinking the red night like
Sex crying on the wall.