Not A Good Sign


I feel cursed, who cast this spell?
I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality
I feel the melting, this can't be real
I feel I'm melting and I'm almost gone

I sense my excistance, becoming smaller
I sense the creation of me

I'm like water in the desert sand
I feel infected, my heart still pounds
I can't quench this thirst of mine
I still bleed, it's not a good sign

I sense my excistance, growing shorter
I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller
Going in reverse

My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction

I feel chosen to take the beating
I'm uncapable to move an inch
A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof
I can't clutch this mess I'm in

I sense

My world

Becoming

My world







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