The color of day is the color of night When midnight comes nothing is right Black is death that walks among us all Black is dispair that you can breath in the air Black is a stabbing pain that runs throught your vein Its a nightmare that you don't want to remain Its when you tremble with fear When the lights go out demons come out to play Black is the shadow in the conrner of your eye Black is the feeling you get when you hate Its what you feel after getting a prank call I think black is the color that kills us all
Reason for writing:
nothing felt right
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