you found it then
my tribute to old gods in recompense
for these harboured, hardened sins
so long left pleasantly unrepented
your breath, though
must have returned before retreat
their pretty lips spread tongues split
could never weave the words as well as you do
in secrets, love
sticks, stones, teeth
i arranged so carefully
in shapes that mean forgiveness
was it in their open-winged ribs
you saw our future vows sticky, still beating?
could you not see the sheets cleansed
by veins with nothing now to give but flowers?
was it then you knew
it was our only end
if you gave yourself to me?
Written by InNomine
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