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 inquires

They enter to feast on the
Fearsome
The devil's kind is right


Enter my dreams
No pictures or inquires


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 inquires


My thoughts are not a
Straight line - They
Fluctuate to a

Rhyme.