Still - Twelve Tribes

Witness the end of yourself

And write it all down in your blood

Fiend for the taste of spilling words

Beneath your tongue

For when i spoke of you

I stole the day and bled the sun

Awaiting home where hand held

Innocence is feuling life

And pain and love bleed through me

And we’ll be still forever

After no movement no breathing

She swore she’d always care for me

These secrets they burn me

And i bleed her beauty is saddening