Cursed
Cursed are the cursed.
Cursed the skin within my grasp
But has no sense to feel
Longing for one thing
That never will become real
Cursed by not feeling and false appealing
I have no trust to give
You stabbed me in the back
But I still managed to live
Cursed the soul that lives in the darkness
By the incandescent light it cannot see
It transformed into the monster under my bed
The monster also known as me
Cursed you are to believe I worship the devil
Just because I'm not who you thought I was
I revel in delight to know I cause you fright
Cursed by the power of my heart
Within are creature you cannot see
Babbling my alias over and over
And wishing I wasn't really me
Cursed by being alive
Nasty people, cutthroat at heart
And not wanting to survive
Cursed as I fade away.
hey everyone. not like you really care bcuz i've been on sabbatical so long but you can grill me all you want. anyone have anything helpful to say by all means yell. otherwise i probably won't hear. so flames are welcome!!