Accursed

Born into odium I have observed and endured. Retrieve me from this land that drains of life and breath. And the nights, brought forth deathless haunting. Beings from my former role within the aether. The breath fades in the stillness of this tattered room. Purveyor of truth, may you stumble upon scrawled laments that paint colors in obstructive shade. My ears can only hear the discordance of the ever-growing billow submerging the exhibition displaying attainment stretched across a withered lifetime. Forlorn, trudging through incessant dismay. Viciously tossing and turning to silence the teasing adversaries. Condemned, accursed, betrayed, submerged. Stripped of blessings raped of peace conclude to renew bereft of light causality to the apple's smite this is my void this is my hell ( is my hell) this is the home I know so well (know so well) I can't compress my urge for death (urge for death) I can't comply I hate this life (hate this life) screaming begging pleading and feeding and then the goddess wept see my face have I scared you yet? In flames the screams still reign death be thy name you'll share my pain bitter cold upon a broken mirror fixate on the barren the everlasting yearning for death breathes restlessly upon my neck. If I am to remain a stagnant subject, the ether will reclaim this tyrannized soul by sunrise I leave behind a legacy of ruin. Endless terror behind closed eyes. Imprisoned between two realms. Restless, eternally unloved.