• Black is . . .

    Cool, Quiet, Deadly
    Nighttime, bright stars smothered in the d a r k n e s s

    A taste on my tongue as the color floods my senses
    S m o o t h, Cool, disintegrating like acid on my tongue
    leaving a bitter aftertaste

    A tap on my hand as the color floods my senses
    Cold, sending shrieks of fright up my arm from a single touch

    A whisp of air as the color floods my senses
    I n t o x i c a t i n g , thick, leaving without a trace,
    Save the imprint on my mind

    A wave of sound as the color floods my senses
    Frightening, BOOMING silence, sparking panic in my m i n d

    A barrage of thoughts as the color floods my senses
    Dark, Shadow, Deceptive
    Don't judge a book by it's cover

    Self-Induced hysteria as I contemplate l i f e
    Bleak, Chained, Unique
    You can't copy the d a r k n e s s

    Contained, Content, But ready to BURST
    Waiting to take over

    S i l e n c e.

    As the color floods my senses