Broken Soul's Curse

Through my eyes, where wounds do start,
As my soul, in quiet anguish, bleeds,
Each drop, a pen to craft the art,
A tale of hurt, from your deeds.

When you choose, in time's delay,
To read the lines of destiny,
Too late, for I'll have paved my way,
Erasing you, a solemn decree.

Now, burdened, you shall bear the weight,
In the silence, where choices sown,
A frosty path, a twist of fate,
A tale in solitude, alone.