Birth.eater

Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins The sight of growing too old to begin Sentenced to find the one that is gold In a pile of nothing To our hearts we wreck we're reborn I grow inside you I feel...

Fear love A failure to nothing but an empty shape we collide and we were dead on Are you tired enough I think hurt your head enough Bruising me the first touch We'll fall asleep we'll close it up...