Woven Wings - Expression Overloaded

#6 - You May Curse me, You can

Sometimes I think,
Standing amongst the rusting red sand.
Soaked in blood and guts between the time alike,
When will I gain the things,
That absolutely don't fear the defeat of times.
You brought me some good,
Then why did you take it away?
You thought I'm dead?
That's false pretence.
Hence, you may curse me , you can.

You brought me nowhere,
But I thought I could meet you somewhere.
I'm standing amidst my surreal dreams.
And you may think I'm a fool
And you may  curse me , you can.
I thought to find salvation in you.
But you methink again I'm a fool.
You brought me nowhere,
But atleast I found you everywhere.
Standing in front of my faded past.
You may think I'm a loser.
You may curse me , you can.

When I penned down my thoughts,
You again thought I was lost.
You did not dare to see and feel,
Mystic colours that were sprinkled on the dancing trees.

You forced me to subdue,
Those colours undue.
You may think I'm nobody.
You may curse me, you can.

My heart lies in you,
I know you knew,
Still you left me to starve?
Go! Rot amongst this filthy grass?

No! Never!
Am I a slave?
Born to weep at your grave?
No! Never!

Adieu.
I took to this ground not to weep,
It has more glorious times waiting for me.
Curse me if you can .