The Curse by Julie Vasseur

Tearing through the skin,
That keeps you away,
In your crypt together,
Forever you will lay.
These stonewalls are freezing,
They’ve got a skin of ice,
I’m playing a losing game,
It’s my turn to roll the dice.
The dice I roll are special,
These dice are why you die
They tear through the skin
I’ll try to tell you why.
These dice are dice of death,
They tell you when there’s fear
These dice take all you want away
They kill all of those near.
Near to you and dear to you
They take all those with love
They bring you below
Or they take you above.
These dice want people with them
One day they will get you
And what I have discovered
Is they have got me too.
They’ll get you when you’re sleeping
Or when you’re very weak
Don’t tire yourself resisting
For their strength isn’t meek.
They’ll get you when you least expect
They know when it’s your turn
To go up to be happy
Or to go down and burn.
Down there you cannot smile
Up there you cannot frown
You can go for miles
To go down there and drown.
I am not in heaven
I am not in hell
I’m in my crypt on Earth
My mind is quite unwell
I live my life in pain
I live my life in fear
For my turn with the dice
Is coming very near.
The dice tear me apart
Each and every day
They know I can’t withstand
Them tearing him away.
Tearing through the skin
That keeps you away
In your crypt together
Forever you will lay.