A Curse of
by Peter Eduria III
Since the day I woke up from a long journey,the curse within me starts to grow,
and its growing continuously,
In which I cannot escape,
I cannot defy myself,
and I won’t deny.
I’m suffering within,
Nobody knows of real,
I’m almost the worst of form,
I manipulate the situation as I see.
Laughing in front of people is my escape,
I cannot cry out of the dead but I do accept.
This curse will due until it suck up my mortality,
my body will decay, my soul may travel unconsciously.
My love for her will be forever, wherever and she is my Eternity.
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