The Core
You see me as a cheerful person with a wholesome heart
Who has yet discovered the unknown and met those paper hearts
You say I'm euimorous but I'm not in so many ways
I'm not that dwale as I might seem anyways
Deep inside a person's heart and soul
You feel something, the core that keeps you whole
The core was my inner happiness and delight
Replaced by acosmists when they destroyed my light
I'm not trying to sound fancy with my use of words
I'm aureate because no simpler words can explain my world
Depressing, sadistic, maybe that's what you could call it
This crack in my core made me feel every single bit
People destroy my ego in many different ways
Never found the origin of whatever that stays
You can spend your time loving all the people you used to know
But when they fire back you have nothing but the cackling crows
