BED OF ROSES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In the falling away of the last sunset, when the sweetness of nullity calms
all regret, where at last my true lover is finally met.
I’ve suffered in kindness and grown strength in scorn, the fate of seeming
not being knows all who are born, and so for life not death is it I mourn.
And now without pity pull the last tooth from the lion’s jaw, with careless
ceremony break the last remaining laws, and then jump from the height
from which a weaker man falls.
So take what the first night denies us and the last dream shows us, and
when I have ceased the senseless babble and stopped these pitiful poses,
take my dirt born flesh and bury it in a bed of roses.