The curse you've set upon me
Summoned through a blade
Words you have stitched into stone with ****** fingernails
The conditions of my soul
This is what you have bestowed upon me
Not hymns or hydrangeas
Not a cradle or a kiss
But words that bury me beneath a opaque myth
From me you will receive no benediction
No utterance of a prayer
No- All you will receive from me is varying hues of hell