I was decaying for days
Screaming like a mad man
Released from his chains
Tho I was in an overused one
Made from the curse I fervently recited
I would fall asleep sometimes
But then the curse would snap
And my wasting legs would want to run
Yet, no strength in me, and so I would sing
The cursed song, as it was all I knew
My own stench was my poison
Still, I couldn't have a bath
For I was in a craze, praying and singing
But in the calm of my sickness
My clear eyes always darted for a candle
And a match, and a paper with a pen
I found them once, but my crazed soul
Was dozing from the stupor of the curse
I was decaying for days
And I couldn't use a pen
But I use it now
In the calm of my madness
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
I was decaying for days
Screaming like a mad man
Released from his chains
Tho I was in an overused one
Made from the curse I fervently recited
I would fall asleep sometimes
But then the curse would snap
And my wasting legs would want to run
Yet, no strength in me, and so I would sing
The cursed song, as it was all I knew
My own stench was my poison
Still, I couldn't have a bath
For I was in a craze, praying and singing
But in the calm of my sickness
My clear eyes always darted for a candle
And a match, and a paper with a pen
I found them once, but my crazed soul
Was dozing from the stupor of the curse
I was decaying for days
And I couldn't use a pen
But I use it now
In the calm of my madness
