that the sad wear in mourning
feeling of wanting them back.
Black is the color
that befriends u when no one else is there
that holds u in a prison with no escape
keeping u from happiness
hiding in a dark corner of a room.
Black is hot coffee in the morning,
a bat flying through caves,
scratching of fingernails against a chalkboard,
a cat's silky fur.
Black is the night sky revealing stars,
Ghosts lurking in the shadows,
a monster's ferocious scream,
evil that lies within your soul.
