Poem (Salvation or Damnation)

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Lying naked in a hotel room smoking and staring at the ceiling..... The middle of the night, a lover lying beside you for whom you dont know how you feel anymore.

Submitted: November 25, 2007

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Poem (Salvation or Damnation)
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Crosses on the walls
Trying to make this despair disappear
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
The devil next to me
Breathing in my ear with her hands upon my body
An angel in the chair
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Cigarette burning in my hands (Freud would love it)
As the daemons whirl around my head
Pulling at my flesh
 
Easier to run with the devil
Easier to forfeit my soul
Easier to give myself to you
Than to die screaming on the cross
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
The devil caresses me (Fucks me)
The angel (coitus) interrupts me
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Trying so hard to be divine
A bible unopened on the floor
 
Profane the temple
Tear your soul apart
For your pleasure (For your sex just fuck me)
 
For your soul – sweet mercyforgive
For your soul – sweet redemptionall
For your soul – sweet JesusYour
For your soul – sweet miserySins
 
The shrine stands corrupted
The altar is blasphemed
The saviour is bleeding
The spirit is writhing
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Falling angels in my head
As I lie across from you
Watching you sleep
 
You stir and turn to face me
Your eyelids flicker open
Sinners and saints dance in your brown eyes
 
The sinners hold the Elderado
The saints hold the bauble
The sinners say I love you
The saints say I’ll save you
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Alluring devils mundane saints
Seductive devils frigid saints
 
Ice cold love of the saints
Burning sex of the sinners
Frozen stiff or writhing in ecstasy
 
Tie yourself in knots for me
Undress before the mirror
Before we finally say goodbye
Before the ties are rent
 
Before we pass the point of no return
Before it’s too late to turn around
Before the fires of hell consume us
Before we are impaled upon the cross
 
Before the dawn comes to claim us
Before the day delivers our fears
Before our fears consume us
Before I realise who I am
 
One last time for ourselves
One last time for the angels
One last time just for the hell of it
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Older wiser but no more assured
No more coherent
No more content
 
No more a saviour
No more a saint
No more redemption
No less than damnation
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Burning full throttle
Needles red in overdrive
Running blind a dead mans curve
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Thinking of someone I used to know
Thinking of someone I once loved
Thinking of what’s left of you
 
Lying naked in a hotel room
Trying to find one saving grace
Trying to find one last hope
Trying to find one less trauma
 
Lying naked in a hotel roomit
Trying to find the right words is
Trying to find the incantationstime
Trying to find the trickfor
Trying to find the doorGoodbye
 
 
Boneman 1996/2007
 
 
 
 
 


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