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#postpunk #gothic #gothicrock #darkwave JACKIE'S CURSE Engulfed in tension and stunned by voices as I walked up the stairs The door was open in the dark I called your name distorted by a thousand echoes that penetrated my veins Suddenly your hand grabbed me You led me into a red-lit room where your eyes by their fury were camouflaged Your beauty was exalted in hate Just trapped in your cage I started to You kissed me so much I lost I fell on the floor You began to laugh with evil You bowed down at my feet and whispered in my ear....“the show is about to begin“ I knew I couldn't escape You had just drawn my fate Stronger than passion was hate I fell asleep as if by magic In the half light I opened my eyes dazed and naked chained to the bed A distant whisper bounced in my mind On the wall there were pictures of us that we made in the past before turning away With neurosis you praised them but my attention was caught by a screen in the room which began to project chilling scenes A bloodbath into the macabre Hanging from trees looted corpses I At their feet appeared words painted buried in mud The seeds of hate by the wind carried I relived the moments spent with cursed into a vale of tears Bloody pleasures you craved Drawn in darkness your game Blind madness in your head You won, I surrendered I hope one day in your slumber Their blind illusions can take revenge on you Memories in deconstruction You exist nowhere may hell stand by me I'm affected by Jackie's curse I'm affected by Jackie's curse I'm affected by Jackie's curse I'm affected by Jackie's curse
