Curses in Cursive feat. XENOX

Emo Pop, Dark Theatrical Rock, Cinematic Alt, Breathy Theatrical Male Vocal, whispered/screamed accents, staccato guitars, dark piano, dramatic strings, sinister-fairytale vibes, hook-heavy, sarcastic

You signed your name with venom ink—
Pretty loops… but every curl cut deep.

You left me notes on burning bedsheets,
With lipstick lies and perfume grief.
I framed the pain like it meant something,
Now I hang it up where I used to sleep.

You said “forever” like a joke with no punchline—
A bleeding vow on a deadline.
I memorized your silent screams…
Now I mouth them in my dreams.

You wrote your curses in cursive—
Every stroke a twisted kiss.
Signed with love, sealed in blood—
God, I never asked for this!
You carved your truth into my skin—
A broken prayer, a holy sin.
You called it love, I call it worse…
You wrote your curses in cursive.

I kept your words like poison poems,
Felt every syllable shatter bone.
You said, “Don’t cry—just learn to bleed pretty,”
Now I’m drowning dressed in black confetti.

Romance wrapped in razor wire,
You set the trap, then called it desire.
Taught me love was just control—
Tied a ribbon ‘round my soul.

You wrote your curses in cursive—
Gilded lies in velvet rage.
Said I was your masterpiece…
Then tore me from the page.
You stitched regret into my chest—
A symphony of second guess.
You called it fate, I call it worse…
You wrote your curses in cursive.

Ink won’t wash out—
Not even with fire!
You kissed like a martyr—
Then pulled the wire!
Breathe in the lines, breathe out the grave!
You whispered “love,”
Then dug my name.

You wrote your curses in cursive—

(You wrote your curses in...)

You wrote your curses in cursive—
Your silence spelled my end.
Told the world I was the villain,
While you played the perfect friend.
Your pretty script, my funeral verse—
God, you make heartbreak rehearsed.
You called it love, I call it worse…
You wrote your curses in cursive.

And I still read them when it rains.
Your looping letters… spelling pain.

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