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I always wear the colour black
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you

Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome

Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach

Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine

Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen

Black are those things I've gazed upon
With my sorrowful eyes shut tight
Even rainbows become polluted
Within the filth of my mind’s eye

Black is how I’m feeling today
But should I not be feeling blue
Like my blood before you cut it red
Like your blood before I cut you

Black is the colour that I wear
To mourn for the monster in me
I will return to the shadow
In my absence please show clemency
here is another wonderful illustration for this poem by :icondariagallery: [link]
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