The writer

I’ve been sinking my teeth into your words
You’ve been piercing my body with your verbs
And I read it all
I hear your voice inside my head its echoing
I think your accent I’m starting to soak in
At least I think it’s yours

And I
Know who you are
You’re the writer to my end
And I
I know so far
If I don’t read it I’m condemned

Your tales feel like milk and honey to my eyes
And I taste words sweet as candy in july
Linger in my lip
I feel trapped in here I’m a hostage of your hands
As it flows from me, my blood the ink to your pen
And I
Know who you are
You’re the writer to my end
And I
Know who you are

Please don’t write it down
Please don’t write it down
The dark tide is getting near
I will let you drown
It’s your
Whispers in my ear