Black
Is alone in the darkness
The fear of its starkness
The death of a smile
The cold of exile
The constricting leather
Ashes of a feather

When you’re

     So

         Empty

             All

                 You

                     Feel

                        Is

Dead.

When what

         You

             Don’t

                 KNOW

Fills you with dread.

The hole in your heart
From loss.
When their eyes
Lose their gloss.
When all you feel is
Pain
And the stars shine in vain.
When everyone turns their back
That is the colour of
Black.