Black

Shadows linger and consumes all

Darkness with absent light

Fear of the unknown abyss

Finding little security in the dark moon

 

Night continues on, oppressive

Heavily it hangs in the air

Mourning the loss of safety

As danger clings to the skin

 

It’s almost intoxicating

With wealth in the pitch- black

It covers me in a blanket of glamour

That’s sophisticated like old fashion movies

-Kel Dayheart

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