Not a Good Sign
I feel cursed, who cast this spell?
I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality.
I feel the melting, this cant be real.
I feel Im melting and Im almost gone.
I sense my excistance, becoming smaller.
I sense the creation of me...
Im like water in the desert sand.
I feel infected, my heart still pounds.
I cant quench this thirst of mine.
I still bleed, its not a good sign.
I sense my excistance, growing shorter.
I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller.
Going in reverse...
My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance.
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction.
I feel chosen to take the beating.
Im uncapable to move an inch.
A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof.
I cant clutch this mess Im in.
I sense
My world
Becoming
My world
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