Torn from a curse

Torn away from my past,  
Feeling the touch of destiny's wraith.
 
Creeping up on me,
Sensing its powerful entity.
 
I don't need to believe in fate,
for it to not be fake.
 
I'm lost,
Can't find a way out without it having a cost.
 
I'm afraid,
Of not being afraid.
 
I find peace in the chaos,
Like when Jesus found peace on the cross.
 
What does it mean,
When I seek what scares me.
 
Am I not right in my head,
Am I alone to dread.
 
I bled for my sins,
I've suffered to make amends.
 
Afraid of falling in Love,
Don't want to pass my curse from above.
 
So I stay alone and away,
Silently keeping obey.
 
Torturing myself,
Sick in my head from what I was dealt.