Death & Rebirth: Prologue

Prologue 

 

I feel the cold sting of loneliness in my chest

While drops of blood paint the ungraceful path

Silent words leave my lips, binding me to accurst (*1)

Path embedded with tears and misery, leading towards my painful rebirth

*)

1 = accurst, Under a curse. Doomed to destruction or misery; cursed; hence, bad enough to be under the curse; execrable; detestable; exceedingly hateful