Cursed

A strand of hair started the ceremonial plan

Not understanding your love, maybe not even a fan

Accompanied with a picture of the face

A black cloud hovers over your every trace

Harnessing their energy within the dark

Healing only comes when you light the spark

Not knowing why things happen in a way

Escape impossible if thoughts plan a stay

In life good turns quickly to bad

Trying to shake the experiences you've had

Day by day it will get you close to defeat

Don't fear the person inside that wants to meet