Ancient Poet

We belong with you, face the moon inside. Looking down to the floor, hoping something. This is a great lie, but it costs to Live. I am just born, I am looking at You. So Hide inside, beauty of mine. There is no love to find inside here. You're the queen of nowhere. Another level, professional misery. Ready to be born, professional Resurrection. By end, you're gone in me. The sins are ready, the purity of Honesty. By the end, you're gone in me. The sins are ready, the purity of honesty. By the end, you're gone in me. The sins are ready, the purity of Honesty. By the end, you're gone in me. The sins are ready, the purity of Honesty By The end you got on your knees. The things are really the beauty of honesty. By the end you got on your knees. The things are really the beauty of honesty. By the end you got on your knees. The things are really the beauty of Honesty