The Duskfall - Not a Good Sign


Not a Good Sign

I feel cursed, who cast this spell? 
I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality. 
I feel the melting, this can’t be real. 
I feel I’m melting and I’m almost gone. 

I sense my excistance, becoming smaller. 
I sense the creation of me... 

I’m like water in the desert sand. 
I feel infected, my heart still pounds. 
I can’t quench this thirst of mine. 
I still bleed, it’s 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. 
I’m uncapable to move an inch. 
A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof. 
I can’t clutch this mess I’m in. 

I sense… 

My world… 

…Becoming… 

My world…

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