Cursed child,
Learning to weave curses,
Of my own.
Wielding weight,
Of demons.
Carrying the corpses of my challengers,
Within me.
Demons,
All.
Our aim,
Is to master as much as we can.
From lucid dreaming,
To bank infinite time to plot.
Or wars I fight,
Against myself.
Nobody can beat me,
But me.
Carrying The Corpses Of My Challengers Within Me.
