A Curse ft. bostog Lyrics

As cursed tears drop from eye’s sweet corner,

befallen to labour life’s slickest path,

beholden to rest upon love’s caged perch,

to enchant those who witness, an elegant trap.

Curling through the air like some wretched vine:

a curse, slipped past slanted lips.

Frosted with ochre feathers, in time

a pillow will form in earth’s barren pit.

Clipped wings betide birds picking truth’s sour bounty,

tempted by tendrils’ glistening snare.

Beak dripped with fate, sealed cursed beauty,

black reflective eyes as they fall through the air.

I ask the soil: plead house no life further,

for prayers be not spells, nor curses, nor cries.

Slanted curse replaces my thoughts, eternal:

goodbye my little yellow bird, goodbye.

Rope burns sting as tears produce heart’s brine,

for curing hearts may be truth’s retribution.

An evil mind cures a heart akin to mine,

cold evil salve pray suture cursed contusion.

So how can I love?

Knowing lover’s love is tied to my melancholy little way?

If effects of love attract the prophesied:

from a single tear, bring love’s demise.

So how can I love?

When truly to love is to invert live to evil.

So how can I love?

When love’s curse is lethal.