Graveyard Sex from Graveyard Sex by Chris Connelly

GRAVEYARD SEX

CRAWLING OUT OF A BREAKNECK LAKE
WITHOUT THE POWER TO BREATHE
INTO A FROST OF A LIFE ONCE LOST
THERE’S NOTHING HERE TO RETRIEVE

IN WHISPERED SHORES HE IS WELCOME
FORGOTTEN AND FATALE
HE’S COMING OUT OF A DEEP SLEEP
TO SING HIS OWN CHORALE

THE SHOWERS AIM TO HIDE THE LOSS OF BLOOD
BUT LOVE, HE WAS A BAD BOY
AND HE CLAIMED NOT TO BELIEVE YOU
AND HE CLAIMED TO BE A FLAME LIKE YOU
AND HE CLAIMED HE’D NEVER LEAVE YOU
BUT HE ONLY LIVED TO BLEED YOU

HE LOOKED FOR SIGNS IN HIS CIGARETTES
HE STABBED THE SMOKE WITH HIS TAIL
HE BUILT A WALL ROUND HIS GRAVEYARD SEX
THE FELINES LINED UP TO WAIL
THESE SACRED STARES THROUGH DEFEATED PLANS
MOVE AT THE SPEED OF YOUR PLIGHT
HIS ONLY STANCE IS SOMNAMBULANT
BUT HE’S NOT WELCOME TONIGHT

THE CRUEL VISTAS TRY TO BLAME THE SUN
AND HE PUT THE DUST INTO DAYLIGHT
AND HE PAINTS WITH FLAME TO MAKE IT RIGHT
AND HE USED YOUR SCENT TO FIND YOU AT NIGHT
AND HE WANTS TO KISS BUT HE CAN ONLY BITE
HE BUILDS A WALL ROUND HIS NAKED PLIGHT

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