I cling to your body as mine was rejected by yours, I sympathize between the longing of love and lust. To betray the ones of your words, I had manipulated into something that I have missed guided into something that was rotten and betrayed. That struck on your tongue at the right time to keep me in your grasp, to hold me at will, the gunpoint I got used to. I tolerated the law that you made, you made it a lesson to endure inked beneath my skin. For the fourth coming of nostalgic truth that sweeps beneath these waves, the color blue wears at your skin, showing your eyes to be a heaven of lies that you took with caution, your misguided conduct gave no indication of what you lack to be exposed. For the grammar you stutter but leave no trail. I forgone your experiment for it to only leave a scar beneath your fingertips that remain unscathed.