The cursed family

The Cursed Family

Wasting my faithless worthless breath.

Awaiting my peaceful releasing death.

Days and nights pass by my young developing body.

As time dresses in a gown so filthy and muddy.

She presents me a gift in hands so bloody, her eyes are so blind.

A present no one asked for, a future not kind.

A dreadful past that will always plague my mind.

Her reaching hand had a missing ring finger.

She proclaimed it once held a token that didn't linger.

With a tear in her eye, she finished writing my life's book.

Her kind agony didn't like how it'd look.

As I saw the light, I stepped out of my warm cave.

All my past memories, all the advices she gave.

Hidden inside my soul, would be revealed in my grave.

Step after step, I tried controlling my fate.

Not realising how foolishly I was chasing the bait.

No one can change anything, once you step out it's too late.

Death will greet us all at his rusty gate.

Dressed in miseries and fears of those before him.

He conceals in the darkest of moors, attracting preys with a light so dim.

When death and time whispered the words, life was born into existence.

We are the product of a marriage ruined without resistance.

No matter how far we'd go, regardless of the distance.

We all fall into the void of our sacred reality.

As we're craving and holding on to what remains of our sanity.

We return as slaves to our family of royalty.