Mr. Inevitable by Devin Pavlischak/ November 29th, 2015 ©

Still counting our days before hand, I’ll find your secrets before buried.

Thank you for the belief of me, a single man in your mind.

I’m talking to your memory, though I cannot understand you.

I know you’re made of words, making me your idea within.

You can’t run from me anymore, You’re somewhere nearing the end.

If ever there was a time to think, think awhile.

Of all men, you’re tormented, so I must be your tormentor.


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