ʈhe Ƈolor ɖark

ʈhe Ƈolor ɖark

dark is an unstarry sky
dark is cold and cruel
midnight scrawled colorlessly
 turns light into a fool

black absorbs goodness
and turns brave hearts afraid
colors are caught inside
and brutally cast away

darknesses are fearsome
a web of strange deceit
parading in alluring form
to sweep you off your feet

black is death's anthem
a disease from afar
darling, if all this is true
then you are the color dark 

The End

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