Hollow chested

All the curses have finally started working again
And I thought good was here to stay
But then maybe I was being to hopeful
But then maybe somewhere I knew this was bound to happen
The sharp words cutting my soul are being thrown
The unknown forces have started to pull push again
What went around is coming back
I stand here, being bruised by winds of the past.

Winds of the past, tornados of the present!

- Diary of an Oxymoron