Cursed Writer

Death, murder, killing. The three words I can't get out of my head. The urge to write them, to say them, is always there. Like an ever present tumor of the brain. My cancer that is slowly eating me from the inside out. My curse, the curse of my writing. A dark force that demands my attention and takes control of my senses. Forcing me to write about the sins that people commit. The corruption of the human heart. As long as we are here, my inspiration cannot die, and because of it, I am damned.