Cursed

This curse Knows too well How to get to my throat This curse Knows too well How to destroy what I know But if it had a chance Would it be a blessing? To my demons it shares the game Still meeting the blade and neck Leaving me bloody and scarred I know no weakness anymore Love is a figment playing a part In a life that seems unfit Except when deemed righteous, this life Does love come as a figure? This curse Knows not a thing Of how to kill me, Only hurt me