Cursed Bloodline

Late nights, your ghost still haunting my feed. Two selfish animals, too proud to

concede. I float the idea, kid's future the dream.

You went Arctic, voice splitting at the seam. Said you'd rather flatline than pay

that cost. That we're spinning, trying to map what we lost. Don't you

see the weight I'm holding? Don't you feel the curse unfolding?

I'm the third born of the seventh line. Hey. Wait.

Suicide is the card you're playing. I'm sketching us a life and you're decaying.

Help me translate what I'm clearly missing, 'cause right now I'm drowning,