Cursed
I want to ease the pain
I want to have my soul... again
But everybody hates me for what I am.
I really hate myself for this...
I want to have the Peace!
But I am cursed forever now.
My mind nothing more than ash
The ash of dirty, blissful soul
That which will burn in Hell for all...
I don't remember the times when I felt good. So I decided to write what I feel at the real moment... I feel like shirt but I hope that I will feel better.