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Cursed

As i try to sleep mites feast upon me, Nowhere else to go Thinking about sleeping outside on a trampoline Best friend sits, his throne getting hot Waisting away intentionally, getting high with the bad thoughts Bed bugs invade his room, attracted by the rot Living room where i once dwelled he has now infected Coming home with a curse of my own, feeling like my heart is turned to stone Thrid eye vision cracked and twitching Should have never sought after that witch Allured i was by her bewitching Hotel california Home to the multi whore ya knows Sleeping with my hoodie on Rest not finding me til vengeance spreads her seas Babylon the great Soon i will cut off her feet Watch her fall and turn bleak Her streets filled with my ancient blood floodin her streets Runs deep Starting to dry now Then what shall she drink? Mad am i? Cursed i think til my task is complete Climaxing since my birth Something after me Wanting to tear me apart Rip the emotion from my heart Mother and father gone Severed from my life and thrown in the dark Fighting to find my heart To the rest i am a disgrace like its a chinese monarch Failing as i search for a home A place where im not always alone My drive ticks like a bomb Still i carry on Bleeding But blessed by the numb Wont stop fighting the world til im done Quest of the one Cursed til im home

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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