the sky is torn
the blacknight ripped into pieces
heavy raindrops
fall into my soul
a storm rages
the conflict within
the rain washes away
nothing,creating
more silence,
the sky gets murky...
blue,purple,violet,black
yes black is all i see
the colour stolen from me
all remains unresolved
unsolved a mystery.(1999)
1 comment:
The horizon is blue, and should yours be. Think not in black, my girl, think not in black.
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