Not A Good Sign

I feel cursed, who cast this spell?

I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality.

I feel the melting, this can't be real.

I feel I'm melting and I'm almost gone.

I sense my excistance, becoming smaller.

I sense the creation of me...

I'm like water in the desert sand.

I feel infected, my heart still pounds.

I can't quench this thirst of mine.

I still bleed, it's not a good sign.

I sense my excistance, growing shorter.

I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller.

Going in reverse...

My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance.

No hope of survival, no escape from extinction.

I feel chosen to take the beating.

I'm uncapable to move an inch.

A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof.

I can't clutch this mess I'm in.

I sense my excistance, growing shorter.

I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller.

Going in reverse...

My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance.

No hope of survival, no escape from extinction.

Becoming...

My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance.

No hope of survival, no escape from extinction.

My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance.

No hope of survival, no escape from extinction.