ThisIsKeiEm
Your touch was an invader, your words and intent deceiving. Now the memory I am bearing, my heart is repeatedly bleeding. I cannot escape this disgusting feeling, no matter how I try cleaning. Rubbing or scrubbing, my skin turns red and the memory still remains. Your foul and lustful betrayal of my trust, I wish I could break free and erase the past. I don't even know which I should choose: To disappear or for you to disappear.