Cursed (Part 1)

Maybe you tripped or maybe you fell

In a place called 'Love' better known as Hell

It's a game of two but played by one

With bullets of curse stuck in the gun 

I see our salient reminiscences lying in the trash,

Fixing my broken pieces burned them to ash

My pillow blue again

Sleeping on a bed full of lie

The one i wanted to hold forever 

Waved me off a goodbye

Falling and standing up ...that's how its played

Tears for a soul... the new way of trade

That's the story...now I'm looking for an open door

Your name still on my tongue..my throat is sore.

The door is scratched but I'm twisting the knob ... i hear my silence but with slight sob 

You played me with great finesse 

 With screech the door shouted : 

"WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF LONELINESS"