The moon burns hot
And your a liar
Swear you’re not
(Tongue’s on fire)
Painted mirrors
Naked skins
Streaming horrors
Breathing thin
Watch photos
Blood on camera phones
Sleeping solo
In beds not your own
Skin sinks fading
Like dying Mondays
Stringing pearls
Of gentle shadings and short-engagement cabarets
SensibleUnsensible 
