I see.
White doves,all the tears,faces full of fear,and
A gold cross standing.
Tall.

Shiny.
Brilliant.
and i see black
black dresses and pants,herses,lil.
girls purses and caskets.
I hear.
rain hitting the top of the tent we
sit silently beneath.

I hear.
all the whispers and sighs of all
the people who cry,but the one that overhear all is the sound of
my .slightly.unsteady.broken. heart


beating
I feel.
Nothing

No pain or sorrow
Bitterness or grief
only the worst of all

[Emptiness]
theres nothing more hurtful than

A Day of Black