The colours

The sky that night,
was a chocolate brown duvet.
with a few holes letting in the light.

though the colour of the sky is irrelevant
it's a lighter note.
to my confession.

I like colours
but thats not why i did it
i did not do it

for the deep scarlet seeping from
her now lifeless,
gray. body.

the colours had none to do with it
she had a yellow personality
mine black,

when i did it my conscious
was a black you see,
when you look into the very soul of evil

im not saying i regret
regret. holding her
having control over her.

i just realise it was wrong.