Intention of will..

Chased in the recurrence of a living curse
The cursed stands accused before the cursors stare
As the accuser we look upon our self
In the eyes of the accused
Knowing the blood on our hands is the blood of the self
The unanswered question remains in the air
Is this the cost or the fare
The price or what we must bare
It seems to be or at least seems me
The inevitability of choice
Is the intention of will