Black

by Anna Marie   Jun 15, 2007


Black is alive
A moonless night
No stars in sight

Black is the emptiness in my heart
I cannot control it, for it controls me
Like a shroud of mystery

For what am I if not black?
There will never be a sunrise
I can no longer compromise

The blackness that consumes me also nurtures
For misery is one of my greatest virtues

Right now a black memory calls
I can say no more
I'm fearful of withdrawals

For now, I must digress
Black is alive
It will never rest

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  • 16 years ago

    by Pesamenteiro

    Wow, Ithink this is really good, It is really deep, I totaly understand what its like.

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