Black

Black is this night,

so silent and deep.

Black is my blood,

cold as it bleeds.

Black is my conscience,

in my devilish dreams.

Black are my eyes,

as I watch you scream.

Black are my nails,

for I painted them so.

Black is my hair,

resembling my soul.

Black is my heart,

as I fall to the ground.

Nobody cares,

if I’m never around.

Black is my body,

in my last moments.

Black is this hole,

and in drops my casket.