This Is My Curse - Sarah Jezebel Deva

Images infused me

Humans inspire atrocities

This, this is my curse

A curse I cannot reverse

Screams infused my memories

Man he kills only for greed

This, this is my curse

A curse I cannot reverse

Languishing this night

In a scene of horror

There’s a fear that weighs on my heart

That tomorrow never comes

Where the sun touched the bars with the promise of release

Lights catch the filth, the blood, the screams

Of the thousand who suffered as one

For your vanity

My skin is slit and torn from me

It feeds the yen for yout diseased industry

Wash away the blood stained grounds

Still breathing, misery surrounds

Free me

I have no voice

My skin

I was comfortable in

Till your thirst to «stand out»

You sealed my fate

Affliction

My pelt, your addiction

Carcasses surround me

My blood’s on your hands

Images infused me

Humans inspire atrocities

This, this is my curse

A curse I cannot reverse

Screams infused my memories

Man he kills only for greed

This, this is my curse

A curse I cannot reverse

I bleed

Broken and inert

For a fur flung about cold shoulders

Skinned alive and left to moulder

Why does your make up have to hurt?

In this cold iron crate I await my fate

No idea what’s awaiting me but I smell hate