Njogu_Magz writes about a person who cannot see anything but darkness, even on a bright day. The speaker finds it in the light, the clouds, the ground and the air, so it feels like it has soaked into the whole world. The questions in the second stanza show real confusion: is this darkness just who the speaker is, or is it fate, or destiny, or all three at once? The speaker never answers.
The third stanza turns this into something physical. The road is empty and nothing blocks the way, yet the speaker stops before taking a step, because even the road looks dark. That suggests being stuck, held back by a feeling rather than by any outside obstacle. The final stanza moves from the world to the speaker's own body: dark clothes, dark eyes, dark skin. "Darkness is my aura" reads as both a statement of identity and a heavy acceptance. The mood is bleak, weary and trapped, with a quiet sense of resignation.