Torture Garden

Tragedy is performed between our hands

stained by sperm and rejection

I'll emasculate my useless sex

I'll maim the god you forced to grow inside

in this room of shattered beds

and images of obsessed skin

The dead soldiers inside the bottle

got frozen in the sin-stained snow

They marched into a lost war

Courageous under Christ as a flag

Now they’re body bags to be counted

under the burning sun of the mayhem

Your tongue talks to me about shed blood

Your thighs talks to me about centuries of wetness

And I drag you with me to the torture garden:

Face on the ground, tied by chameleons

and leatherette dragonflies

The cruel reason of our existence

only yielded before the master

whom I'll kill to offer you its heart

which you’ll feed your prayers with

We are two growing up inside the freedom of three

An orgy that scrapes eternity

The dead soldiers inside the bottle

find the corruption of their soul

and rejoice in the mirage of their loneliness

They cut their hands open to stoke us

And we fall into a comfortable drowsiness

long forgotten in the nights of alcohol

Your tongue talks to me about violence and sorrow

Your thighs talks to me about the never found pleasure

And I drag you with me to the torture garden:

On your back, whipped by iguanas

And steel butterflies

A new beginning doesn’t mean anything but

a new path towards an end

Raped in the satisfaction of being you

my body renounces its own being

We walk hand in hand again

into the cruelty of our delight

“Father of all mercies and God of all consolation,
you pursue us with untiring love
and dispel the shadow of death
with the bright dawn of life”

Your tongue talks to me about executed victims

Your thighs talks to me about an infected faith

And I drag you with me to the torture garden

Hung and penetrated by my entire body:

A whip of skin and despair

I'll cry over your forehead

I'll cry over your back

I'll cry

But you’ll soothe

my pierced veins

and my solitude

(dedicata al mio cuore romano, Dio-F & Simone H, grazie ragazzo per l'ispirazione)

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