Black is the new Black

Figure it out.

It's only in the moment,

right before he finds his midnight's peace,

that he comes to terms with black,

and just how right it suits him.

"Your words wouldn't be as bitter, babe.

Those eyes? Not nearly as lackluster as we like em.

Keep it shady and you'll eventually get there.

To the cold and lonely mountaintop

where you can reach out to God and

have him swat down that more than worthy hand. 

Scratch him when you get there. 

Remind him just how lovely a creature he created

and ignored."

The End

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