December 17, 2007
I wish there was more black,
Without it, the world is whack,
From yellow to blue, it isn’t me, it’s you.

The color mixes with most others,
Forms an alliance of sisters and brothers,
The way black and white coincide,
The way black and red make suicide.

Without black you see,
Life just cannot be,
Unless your heart is your soul,
a bowl full of empty.

The black outside,
The eyes of death,
The plague of hell.
Darkness forms everywhere.

The mist of rain,
The love of pan,
The sight of destruction,
The fright of consumption.

Life is full of light,
One shouldn’t be afraid of fright,
Though many love the night,
They hate the pain of no sight.

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