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.