My aura is calm,
colored like drizzled rain,
and hot chocolate.
It is content,
and hums like a bee inside its hive.
Buzzing, buzzing making sticky sweetness.
Your aura is colored black,
like mold in a water damaged atmosphere,
causing my lungs to bleed in endless coughing.
Disruption to my calm aura,
Why are you still around?
Vanquishing my perfect silence,
and yelling ever too loud.
Anger is your dictator,
Stress his second hand.
Corruption is your only result.