We are the start of bleeding

Fascination

Slowly envelop what we

Thrive

Lacerate, fill your lungs with

Passion

Intentions last play at crime

Enter my dreams

No pictures or inquries

They enter to feast on the

Fearsome

The devil's kind is right



Enter my dreams

No pictures or inquries



My thoughts are

Not a straight line

They fluctuate like

Waves or wine

I will not falter

I will unbind

If you feel satisfied

Then exit now

'Cause in this nature

Hunger will thrive



Here it's the last

one, so say goodbye



Feel the songs serenade

Spun in its twine



I will not falter

I will unbind



Song's serenade

Spun in its twine



Enter my dreams

No pictures or inquries



My thoughts are not a

Straight line - They

Fluctuate to a

Rhyme.