The Curse Poem by Chey Lyon

The Curse



Drive these nails through my eyes
Hide them from your wicked lies
Barbed wire bracelets around my wrists
What could ever be better than this?

Set my yearning soul on fire
Place it on the funeral pyre

Bring for me a blackened hearse
This is how to break the curse.

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Chey Lyon

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