Annulment Ruin Speaking ||||

A room, up winding stairs, a broken door
A bloody floor, ruffled sheets
His trust in me, he gave,
i took, and hold it still

i'll never tell.

A smile and he leaves me on the front step,
Where mother is waiting.

It's like standing in front of a misted mirror,
Waiting

For the steam to fade,
To then hopefully reveal
Who it is looking back at her.

This body will do the preaching,
Testifying that which cannot be said out loud.

Cut you with my broken kisses
Secret Divine open up the night
And walk with me on the road to absolution

Whisper in sync

' i do '