The Black Cloud People

Everywhere they go
There's a black cloud
Above
Thorns on each arm
So they hesitate on hugs
Aura still contagious
So they hesitate on love
Might drag the world to hell
They can't hesitate enough
Blind but not ignorant
Their poison is a drug
Addictive as it is
You'll get swept beneath
The mud
No worry for the crazy
That gets swept beneath
The rug
And everything that is
Becomes everything
That was