Cursed

by Arun Khan   Jul 11, 2007


Since my baby breath, I've been cursed.
Hard not to break down, was I blind?
Wish I died.
I want a peace of mind,
Want to put it all behind.
Press rewind, when will life be kind.
When will my lucky star, shine.
I'm suffocating, can't breathe, please.
Why doesn't my cursed soul, just leave.
I aint got the will to proceed,
On my soul this curse feeds.
Is this the karma of my bad deeds?
Have I done nothing right?
Have I only brought failure and pain?
Lord let me die,
I can'?t take all this suffering in the game.
People say it' a shame to waste life,
But who are they to judge me.
Could they ever bare, what I've born?
Can they live half my life?
Pressured by half my curse?
I fear, fear this life,
Contemplating suicide,
How long will they morn me?
Perhaps, as long as they cursed me
Everyone is talking culture clash,
Youth on hash, but to me it's not significant.
This society disgusts me,
This world disgusts me.
This curse compels me to take drastic measures.
Sit upon a hill, a last cigarette,
Maybe a glass of champagne,
one blast and this curse will never remain

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