Stab, stab. Cut, cut. I'll bleed onto you.

Every known color will fade into you someday.

Permanently marking your body, mutilating you beyond recognition.

If I push too deep I might tear through your flimsy skin.

But it's not I that chooses to do so.

It is my master.

He chooses to stab you.

To permanently mark your body. To mutilate you beyond recognition.

He chooses how hard to push and every curve of the cuts.

You untouched is his biggest nightmare.

So he must mark, dominate, and own you. 

And I cannot help it.

For I am just a pen, and you my friend are just a blank sheet of paper.


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