There is a Place cold like a grave, Improsoned in bones, forlorn and depraved (Still) foolishly hoping it could be safed... And it is hoping, it‘s beating, constantly repeating for bad and for worse it‘s spreading the curse auf mankind...
With greed I swig the wine of life but I am drunk with death, means living only to survive and passing on the curse of breath? It poisens itself to tear down in stealth of what’s called Reality ... An altered State it needs to create just To flee this cursed entity
What is the meaning of dreaming then failing repeating and when it comes true, it don‘t pleases you? Of trying and crying in the end you are dying old and alone, while oblivion welcomes you home?
I hate these thoughts but I cannot flee Everything I ever did seems to confirm that I‘m not meant to be... All that‘s left is thirst this goddamn thirst! I think I am cursed
Am I my worst enemy? Or just a Self-fulfilling prophecy?
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