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 nothing and when I'm born I'll be ready.
There's not enough of a reason to be ugly.
I'll [bad word] you and burn till you're nothing.
And if my body is [bad word]  would you believe me
that I'm more than you.
And what you're reading, medic I feel headless.
Leave me.
And if the world never died,
I'd live long enough to forget
what it's shape is.
I lost each one of my eyes
in a world mind versus the question