I'll place my skin
Under your deadly sins
Let the pencil lead
Leave me cold and dead
Force you to make me bleed
Making sure you succeed
By applying pressure
So I become your pain suppressor
If that what it takes
To make you stop making these stupid mistakes
To make you realize that if you live for me
I'll make sure you'll be free from these pain-ridden seas.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Escape
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