May 24, 2011
By , Marengo, IA
Black is the midnight sky on a moonless night trapped in a basement on a deserted island.

Black is being alone in the dark with the leaves rustling in the wind.

Black has the taste of sour milk left out in the boiling heat.

Black is the smell of rotting and burning flesh of those murdered before your eyes.

Black is the feeling of being watched as you walk alone in the black of night.

Black is Envy.

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