Over 16,528,044 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
S(tainted)
Your unsaid words
kept
unraveling
slowly
but surely
against my broken
tattooed hands
I was holding
out
believing my love
would
cure all
our delicious
demands from under
the disease of
critical Moonbeam
lights
Untouchable
I become
frozen in a flower
Where the
numb echo of
each withered
chemical
promise
eats away the ink
Painted skin
stained
crimson where
I let your hands
do more
than
fúck me til
i slowly
dripped out
your
lies
I don't notice
you anymore
