A Procession of Lost Souls

A presence, a realisation you are not alone in your phobias Trying to catch rainbows in a world of clouded confusion The only catch is the dark aura hovering over you Those foolish ones try to break you down They will have their due in times course The black karma's embrace... A time of innocence and carefree but a distant memory Those journeys through forests diminishing in time No one understands and people mock and curse Sheel alike these idiots deserve to be slaughtered Every moral and understanding of Mother Nature Prevents this overwhelming rage, only depression prevails Hide in your cocoon, hiding from the anxious fears The solace to be reckoned in the sonic darkness Curl up inside, wrapped in your own melancholy The dawn breaks with its endless toil Even in spirit these souls linger aimlessly, meandering... In sorrow and forgotten forever Embrace the cold void forever Endlessly following the procession of lost souls...