My Day (Angel of Sadness)

This is what I’ve become So this is who I am Again! This is what I’ve become So this is who I am It takes this art to see At most times my conscience takes apart from me Still my people show me no love Even hell knows I’ve been cursed with a gift from above Try to teach him, but he resides with morbid thoughts Until I am gone, my soul orbits my loss Told me once but I do not learn Like that of these timely hands I will not turn And as you think of him Your mind will constitute that he became your rapture Your only selfish capture Here I am lost and alone Even after your premonitions has shown me gone I see the truth and consequences Still my response is senseless And on to those fiery pits, I’ll be on my way When a Siberian nation can no longer wear mitts You will know it’s become my day This is what I’ve become So this is who I am