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Black
I sit and ponder my dark life.
A sadistic world of death and strife.
Reserved for Goths and funeral pyres,
I feel a tad like I’m on fire.
But then I can come back to sense,
And realized that it makes no sense.
To want to be a color of blood,
And go back to my darkening flood.
Oh I wish I could be blue,
Such a wonderful bright cold hue,
But I am stuck as I am,
I would be nothing but sad.
Then white comes down my darkened aisle,
And lights me with one small smile.
I shudder and shake,
This is my big break.
We mix and became gray,
And although we lack of qualities,
We still feel better as being bland.