Unrest

Infected, drilping, oozing scab.
Into my heart, with this knife, you stab.
You can try to take my life from me,
hunt me down,
I'll just break free.
I was immortal. I was strong,
but in this place,
I do not belong.

I am dead, and cursed, you still live.
I am the memory that haunts you,
the voice that taunts you.
I remain at your side for all eternity,
but not through marriage is our bond tied.
Afraid to return to the place in which I died.
I despise your existence, and curse your soul,
and yet you live your life without a care.
What right do you have to take what's mine?
If I could, I'd steal from you, the one thing you took from me.

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