With Stretched Out Nihilistic Hands We Embrace Suicide​.​.​. (Acoustic)

from by The Last Surrealist



love me as I rest in a bed of
roses as I lie naked in the
doorway drifting off to sleep or waking
to a new life dreaming that i
can escape into the darkened night sky
with the light of a fire burning
the wicker grave where I lie stargazing

love me as I look into your eyes
quiet as the shoreline returning
to the edge of a floating world be-
hind my eyes drinking liquor with her christ
in petty chapel pews vomiting the
porcelain lies confided in burning
embers of a child left sinking
in the river under the world

love me in the morning after
the excited body wanes into the after-
life as a new creation takes the place of
god and my flesh in unison create the
endless sphere where you only exist for a
moment then drift and are placed upon my naked
body underwater and we may float to another
dawning world to drink another

love me for a moment (baby I'm tired)
can't you fucking hear my words protruding
through the depressed dirt where I linger
with the footprints of a gypsy universe
examining my corpse for gold and trinkets
of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking
exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy
that god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...


from so ready to close my eyes, released November 25, 2016



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