Our Bed Is a Graveyard

Our bed is a graveyard
Our love is a corpse
Dumbstruck
Stuck in the muck
Spinning and
Spinning and
Spinning and
Spinning and
Spinning and
Spinning in the soil of our sex
In our mutual disrespect
Little death
Little death
The mattress springs are singing
The cemetery gates are swinging
In the wind

I'm reaching oblivion
The obliterate
Every stroke
Spasm and choke
Moving and
Living and
Breathing and
Pro and
Receding 'til it all ends in tears
Until everything that brought us here
Disappears
Until the names our parents gave us
Are nothing more than an engraver's
Weekday work

It means nothing
Nothing
Nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Duff
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