Black

Color my soul black 
To show for all the pain
Confusion, and mess

There is no colors to show
For life has stolen happiness

It’s black like a ditch
And when you reach in
There’s only decomposed matter

Do you not smell that color?
The smell of rot taking control

Only this I know
How black is my color
And makes my shadow
But also speaks volume Of my being.

- Ruptes

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