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 crucify you and burn till you’re nothing.
And if my body is bruised, would you believe me
that I’m more than you.
And what you’re reading, medic I feel headless.
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