Waking Nightmare

I always feel it's grip, the pain in the gut screaming that something is wrong. Forever do I look over my shoulder, peering at the shadows as somethings about to go down. Every sound, every smell every feeling unfamiliar brings chills down my spine. Yet the monsters around me never understand I'm their wolf in sheeps clothing, ready to dine.
Ever vigilance draws the curse in me, a blood blackened by the hate you set in me, as if you wanted to take the very wish to live from me.
You thought I was weak and frail, that I would simply just submit to your thrill. Yet you failed to understand I was born with indominable will.
How does it feel when the tables turn and your wanton fiends stare me in the eyes just to burn.
You brought a plague of pain and misery in your wake, but in me accidently created a cure you couldn't break.
Welcome to my world now that you've pierced the veil, where it's just you, me and the sins of our past judged by a ravens gale.
-The Cursewalker