Nine years ago I was cursed,
Not by demons not a witch,
But by a conquering lass,
Who took my mind and heart.
The torment never ceased,
The pain had never lessened,
A night's sleep was a luxury,
Peace of mind was a myth.
The curse was eventually lifted,
By a pure soul I stumbled upon,
I never thought it was possible,
But she sent the curse to the past.
Now as I breathe a peaceful breath,
Fear grips my heart and my mind,
If one curse is laid by a dark soul,
Couldn't it be lifted by a darker one?
Perhaps this new found serenity,
Is just a cover for a greater evil,
An evil which would end me,
As the previous one failed to do.
Today as I wake after a restless night,
I see it clearly now, she isn't a saviour,
She offered my heart its resurrection,
And took it away before I could grasp
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