24 October 2012
Don't look at me For beneath this skin I'm cursed Oh yes I appear pure The role I've well rehearsed
I leave a silent trail Of destruction and misery I'm a mass of devastation An anatomy of catastrophe
Under this skin Is muscle and bone of wrath A cursed smile Precedes my cruel cursed laugh
I walk amongst you Unrevealed and unexposed My unholy bag of bones Disguised beneath my clothes
If I should choose you My curse I shall bestow If the curse should happen Believe me dear mortal, you shall know
©Kim Brown 24th October 2012
Cursed • Opuss № I