Not a Good Sign

I feel cursed, who cast this spell?
I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality
I feel the melting, this can't be real
I feel I'm melting and I'm almost gone
I sense my existance, becoming smaller
I sense the creation of me.
I'm like water in the desert sand
I feel infected, my heart still pounds
I can't quench this thirst of mine
I still bleed, it's not a good sign
I sense my existance, growing shorter
I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller
Going in reverse
My world needs me no longer, a struggling existance
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction
I feel chosen to take the beating
I'm uncapable to move an inch
A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof
I can't clutch this mess I'm in
I sense my existance, growing shorter
I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller
Going in reverse
My world needs me no longer, a struggling existance
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction
Becoming
My world needs me no longer, a struggling existance
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction
My world needs me no longer, a struggling existance
No hope of survival, no escape from extinction