Black is... the finger painted darkness of my heart.
Black is... the scars of remorse down my arm. Black is... the tears of pain that streams down my cheek. Black is... the feeling of death, the words of anger through each breath. Black is... the soul of my identity, dyed through your love which was said for me. Black is... the blood of my eye, that runs into my heart through each and every sigh. Black is... my future doomed, pain and suffering should end soon. Black is... the atmosphere tinted, darkened faces through trees printed. Black is... the ink of the pen, stabbing through my life changing now and then. Black is... the sour confusion, the stained colour of my dilusion. Black is... the passion gloomed, screams from my lungs threat to haunt you. Black is... my footprints marked, every step is a history that sparked. Black is... a memory flew, or was it a dream that surrenderd for you. Black is... my memory of loves true, the shadow of love that will live on for you. |
Dolphin Spirit : Just something I wrote....