In a palette full of colours,
I choose black of all
Black is evil,
Evil is bold,
And bold is beautiful.
This black is beautiful.
It doesn't disappear,
And never disappoints.
Black, a complement to mourning one day
Black, a garb to grace nuptials on another.
It is black that fills the empty,
It is black that engulfs the warmth,
Black, that reflects the light
And makes the world bright.
Sustains my susceptibility in its dark,
Beholds my blues in its camouflage,
And overwrites my omens in its sheath.
But somewhere beneath this black envelope,
My letter of truth still lies naked,
Vulnerable to the vicious
And violent in a void.
Finders keepers is the saying,
So find that letter
And keep it safe
For the ink holds my blood,
Blood that is black again.