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
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