Slave to the curse
Don’t hate me
This is not fun
It’s a curse
I am a slave to the core
I dream of rising
Wish I could fly
But my wings are clamped
The devil leaves in a bottle
I take a few strides
Trying to walk away
But i find myself
Knocking back at the doors of hell
It is hell burning with sweet desires
Feels like heaven in the rain
So sweet so bitterly sweet
After much I do feel like I am drowning
Yet have no desires to be rescued
I know it’s wrong
But this wrong feels so right
I am not having fun
Just a slave to the curse
Curtains have fallen
My naked feelings are real
This is every ones struggle
Everyone has a demon
Mine leaves in a bottle.
This is not a true confession
No i am denial,
Yes I have no problem.
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