Black is the absence of light
The blind are lead by this, incapable of sight
Her dark hair glistens despite its not exitising hue
The reaper leaves drops of death like morning dew
A punch in the face with hints of purple
Flashes of this shade reminds you of your wish to be immortal
Dilated eyes from a toxic pill
Where will you go when it takes your will?
Existence as you know it will surely be erased
The slightly opened door and the dimly lit bridge
Curiosity throws a pitch
Come to me and persue your satisfaction
The dark never killed anyone, has it?