Misery, Purety and Curse

My heart is a ruin

I do not own soul 

I am miserable

I am miserable.

There are shadows like snakes

penetrating in my veins,

and voices whispering under the sea:

You are not pure

You are not pure.

The moon in the highlight 

of my lovely death

with spectres surrounding it like planets

because I am cursed

I am cursed.

  

Save me from the abysm.