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