GCTA shouldn’t spell your name but I’m pretty sure you’ve hacked my DNA so that a well-meaning scientist seeking to cure my horrendous malady with cutting edge gene therapy would scratch their head in finding your name writ so deep
Absorbing the pain letting nothing spill. I feel the alluring darkness enwrapping me with its wings. Overriding my words by the whispers in my head; making me push people away to keep them at bay. I guess this is how darkness wins by telling you to keep it all to yourself.
