Cursed

A night that haunts me up and down

Blocks away from my home

I see those eyes staring at me

For I haul at the store on the tree.

Roughed out of the soil

Blushed to crawl of oil

Those sounds down my bed

Dark shadows and ghosts inside my head.

Lodged my own trump through

The last gate left with screw

I know I am cursed

With a witch since my birth.

She looks at me like a son

She makes me rest, sometimes run

Not afraid of her present

Even if I can feel her breathe.

She never hurt me till

I rose my own sequel

Don't know how I got it

As life is not only blessings but also shit!