Black Aura
I'm weakened, jaded..... separated,
distant, depressed, and isolated.
The only time I feel,
is when i'm feeling like I'm hated.
Try to come out of this, lord knows I try.
But I'm not trying too hard. I'd really rather die.
weak, jaded..... separated,
unnerved, brooding, dissentigrated.
See the happy people, living their happy lives.
in the happiness their run about, in the happiness they thrive.
I prefer the darkness, in the darkness I decline.
Declining to a nothing state, declining of my mind.
I'm weak, jaded..... separated,
suppressing, emotional, and always hated....
The moment I forget is the moment you remind.
Moments passing, then come years, until the end of time.
So I go back, back to your light, the most beautiful of black auras.
back to a time when life was simple, without blood filled cups of horror.
I want to go back, and start it all over. Make it all just go away..
Go back to a time when I had something. In that time I'd like to stay.
I'm weakened, jaded..... separated,
saddened, vengeful...... so long I've waited....
But now, all we have is now, the past is just that... the past.
maybe...