Black flowers, eyeliner and clothes
You’d think we’re going
To a funeral every day
Like colour’s been sucked out
Of the people, out of life
Like colour belongs only
To the outside, the nature
You’d think we’re living
In the dark, inked in onyx
Where light’s been muted
Where sunlight cannot reach
You’d think it were gruesome
But today it’s fashion
Black flowers, eyeliner and clothes
To stand out, to blend in.
Author notes
Original title was "les fleurs noires". This is an old poem I wrote on 11-22-06.
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