Cur-sed

With my mouth on the floor
I drool those lost things that
Remain lost forever.
A cur sed body
Of
Mere void.
I am a derrick of
Sorts when I am out of sorts.

The warden that I am
Is pure E vil keeping
A prisoner inside at all times.
No one cares or even
Notices the screeching that echoes from
With in.

A cursed hand that moves
Across the thin lines.
White lines filling up the space that I have provided.
I can not help
You.
Iamnotaphase.
I travel inside to infect, to DIEsect those
Around me.
Your Cursed and I'm just beginning
With a newthing but the Mass
Isnot ready for the cur sed ness
To rule from above.

I can taste the saltiness of the
Beaded sweat that rolls
D

O

W

N your arms and into a stream.
Stream of consciousness that loses
It calling on the way to
The Home.
Eyes look on my doings
And I realize that
This cur sed being will
Transform someday, somehow
Into a meteor of burning
Desire and will
Climb the throne,
Crowned at last.

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