The light of suffering Makes me visible in the darkness Even though I'm breaking I'm not being released Like the ghostly moonlight, my weak willpower shines Each day, teardrops fall, the feeling of being alone doesn't go away The voice of yesterday resounds throughout my existence Surviving each dark moment, deepened the wounds I won't let it happen, I won't disappear after struggling to stay above the distorted voice of the world My self-perception is warped, accepting the negative opinion of others as the absolute truth about myself The wounds slowly heal, because I continue to breathe, but the hypnotic voice of the dragon marks the cursed constellation upon my skin Each moment of suffering, carefully plotted by the bringer of ruin, to amplify the beauty of destruction The night sky reflects my purple soul, that is accepting chains brought by the darkness of the dragon Words of others, are like artificial light, they don't reach my sleeping heart, due to the lack of sincerity and my negativity I'm the cursed princess that is battling the end of a sad story The pain is closing me off from the world, making me feel like no one understands my plight Inner struggle that leaves as a sad shadow lost in memories of yesterday Hurt, doesn't stop, like a poisonous flower it blooms in my heart Relief is null, there is no way of resonating with calmness The kiss of chaos upon my lips As peace bleeds the blueness of the lost sky The cursed constellation appears on my skin, the guilt runs deep I'm controlled like a puppet by the king of discord, taking my voice and twisting it so it blends the worldly noise The sweet invitation of gravity, when I'm weak The false promises that are so alluring for a desperate heartbeat The blueprint of annihilation, the set-up dominos, that like a chain reaction, will cause me to fall The effect of being weak, is making me feel unstable The stars of misfortune, illuminate my life, in the moments of strife The petals of the ghost flower, haunt Spring, refusing to accept the natural disappearance The curse is amplified, by the root of sin, that is me I'm the cursed meaning of living
