A dark looming cloud caressing my skin
like a black velvet shawl around my sholders.
The feeling of being alone
but not wanting anyone.
It is nice to be in the dark
where no one can see you cry.
Death must have four walls like these:
a pungent creme color;
colorless except for its subtleties.
Death is subtle.
He is never blamed for what he had done.
He never gets credit for his work.
Pandora was the stupidest of all.
Why did she release the monster
and punish Hope?
Maybe that is why all hope is lost.
The black noose over my head
sliding down my neck.
Lifting me to a place I have never been before.
Author notes
How dark can creme colored walls be? Atleast black makes a statement. Creme says absolutely nothing.
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