Cursed

Curs-ed are you for attempting to enter my forbidden cave,
A black hole from which there is no return.
Fight my demons all you like, but you're now a slave,
Bound by chains and forced to forever yearn
For a love you know you've found but will never feel.
Curs-ed are you who dares to fix my broken soul,
Cursed to live with the pain of a heart that will never heal,
To live in the shadows of a mind that will never be whole.
Seek not redemption for crossing that line,
For believing I could be everything you need.
Seek instead a way out of my mind,
Before your shattered heart learns what it means to bleed.

I live in a world that allows me no tears,
A world where my broken heart can't cry itself to sleep.
Curs-ed are you for singing songs no one hears,
For sound was a virtue the demons wouldn't let me keep.
When I dream, I dream in black and white,
For dreaming in color would be an unforgivable sin.
I live shrouded by the perpetual hood of night,
And I play games with the demons I know I can't win.
Why do you long to be a part of this?
How could you give up color, sound, emotion,
And exist in my world made of nothingness?
No one is supposed to feel for me such blind devotion.

Curs-ed are you for unlocking that door,
The door for which no one should have had a key.
There is bright, vivid light playing across my cold, dark floor.
Did you finally bring color to me?
I feel a whisper sliding down my cheek.
I brush it away, but it's not a whisper, it's a tear.
You fought past the demons,
You lifted the fog from my eyes.
I realize now you're only human,
And you only want to save me from my web of lies.

If ever a curse could be a blessing, then thou art mine.

Michelle Elizabeth Bernard

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