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...