Ragged Bed

You should let me rot in this smelly ragged bed
It’s not my will that I want back
I will count my father thousand steps
I will count my mother thousand lies
The marches of people fighting
The tragedies of emperors without crowns
I will never ask myself again
What’s the meaning of believing in myself
Is there a reason to remain besides
My stray ideals of purification?
Let me rot in this bed of crimes and sweat
Save from my empty nights of alcohol
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?
I know how useless is to ask you to spare me now
I know how useless is to believe in the bold
Fascination of my sexuality
What nails me inside?
Is the ecstasy of your lifeless body
The decadent shine of your lust?
I ignore the sense, the sense of perfection
The end is in between our lips
While we deny love, it’s coronation
I want to embrace you and forget
The condamnetion that God inflicted us
Have I ever, ever been free?
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?
And everytime your hands grasp my neck
I feel saved like, like the Christ
Is this your courage? Is this the courage?
How true is the luck of dying without changing?