Black is the darkness that a child fears.
It is the hatred that causes so many tears.
It is what a plush doll sees, stuffed in a sack forgotten and lonely,
It is the evil of all people that is hidden within,
Black is that sadness that makes one sickly and thin.
The black starless night, cold and dread
It is the black rose, shrivilled and dead.
Black, the unknown cave who's way hasn't been shown.
A diary of feelings and thoughts whiche were repressed and hidden
It is the mysterious aura of all things forbidden
Black is the cold, bleak, vacuum of space.
An isolated darkness the only peaceful place.
It is a frightening sight that leaves you chilled.
A void in your soul that is yet to be filled.
Black is the death that lurks within all,
Waiting, just waiting, for our turn to fall...
- Crystal Tang