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Cursed


I've been cursed to spend my life fighting.

Darkness and war follows me everywhere I go.

Fire and venom are in my veins.

Burning and poisoning those I love.

So why am I here still fighting?

 

My world is spinning. Never stops spinning.

I am falling. Never stopped falling.

My heart is breaking. Never stops breaking.

I am fighting.  Why am I fighting?

 

Those who come near me

Beware of the fire, beware of the venom.

Those I love, run while you still can.

Beware the darkness that follows me.

 

I've been cursed to spend my life fighting.

Darkness and war follows me everywhere I go.

Fire and venom are in my veins.

Burning and poisoning those I love.

So why am I here still fighting?

 

You were once close to my heart

You had said you wouldn’t make me choose

Now everything is falling apart.

Now you punish me and we both lose 

 

I only wanted to stay out

You insisted I be in

Now the knives are at my throat

There are wounds I can’t mend

 

I've been cursed to spend my life fighting.

Darkness and war follows me everywhere I go.

Fire and venom are in my veins.

Burning and poisoning those I love.

So why am I here still fighting?

 

If I die, will they be free?

If I fade will the pain cease?

If I go will they bleed?

Will all of them be safe from me?

 

I've been cursed to spend my life fighting.

Darkness and war follows me everywhere I go.

Fire and venom are in my veins.

Burning and poisoning those I love.

So why am I here still fighting?

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