A day draws near.
I don't like the thought of this day,
For I am alone.
And if I do think of it, I get angry.
So angry that the frustration
Flows around me.
My aura falters
Revealing the evil which was hidden before.
The day draws closer.
It seems so far away
That I could just touch it.
I see you there now.
Yes. It's you.
The day has arrived.
We have met once again.
But this time, you'll not get away.
The evil takes over,
Rushing into you.
That day has pa**ed
And I no longer am frustrated.
You are gone forever and my aura has returned.