Black
The shade other colors lack
Twisted, but beautiful
Not very colorful
The color of my soul
For which I have paid in full
It's the color of the demons inside
From which I cannot hide
But it's also the color of the silent night
Who's blanket protects me from the world's plight
It covers the red in my heart
The red of evil that has haunted me from the start
It's the color of Death's embrace
For which I shall bear to face
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Inner Silence
ŞiirThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
