Etched onto your skin


therussianway's avatarWrite, Write, Write, Sleep, Write

You can’t escape my touch

When you sleep my touch is in your mind

It is permanently in your blood for life

Fighting me gives me energy to feed off

Being aware of me is why I’m still alive

I’ll be living through you

Each twist and turn you go through

Will make me crack a smile

It’s the perfect disaster

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