Aurora - Has me glued to her sight,
I am a moth drawn to her \'light\',
I will move, jump or be still,
If it is to be her will,
She is all that I please,
She has me on my knees.
We are not the perfect pair,
Yet she has me breathing her air,
We are not bound by a ring,
Yet she holds my every string,
A puppet, powerless over what I\'ve done,
For the puppeteer controls my twist and turn.
Aurora! Aurora! My lips chant her name,
And I am partly to blame,
That she\'s the chain around my brain,
The pleasure yet the pain.
Like thunder is my inner scream,
Living my nightmare like a day-dream,
But I know no other home,
Only where my mind and eyes roam,
My drug leading my life slow,
Destination, six feet below.