An all black storm cloud;
I can see it in the distance.
Dropping the black ink blotches,
That are forming my existence.

This new black hole in the sky,
Is consuming all my screams of fear.
I hold on with all my strength,
Consumed by this deafening silence.

I stare in amazement,
As the blackness surrounds me.
It's so dark and quiet,
I couldn't hear the drop of a pin.

As the blackness falls and consumes me,
It also severs all my ties.
The black waves will lift me off my back,
And I'll learn to fly on wings of black.

My wings fly off,
Into the hole in the sky.
The black tornado has ended,
Alll blackness receded.

The End

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