Faith, Hope's Dirty Knife - Twelve Tribes

I swear i never thought i’d feel this kiss awakening sickness to

Preying swine blessed clotting tears neglect my face left as a bitter

Empty self sunken to the mire below i’ve found no triumph in this

Last breath such weeping could not unmask to you my love roughly

Her lips they move four seasons in passion eternity has been

Unsung tragedy deceived in this spoiled tongue her body sips from

The glass of a boy who spits the unsaid abiding thirst but well fed i

Could have never guessed twisted wrists lead my hands to injecting

Obsessions venom under her skin her seduction bleeding into a

Child’s torn imperfection grasping for a blurred forever and this lust

Endured forever and forevermore feeling this kiss.