Black is the color of death
Of emptiness and no hope
It is the dark at night
When all the monsters come out to play
Black is evil
It is the crow, soullessness
But black is beauty
Elegance and poise
Or poison depending on how you view things
Black is the color of no return
The reapers robes flowing
The darkness at the end of the road.
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A Collection of My Madness
PoetryCollection of my poetry, deep dark goodness for all
