It is the void of color
The absence of pigment
It is hollow and empty
Black is where the sun went
Barren and desolate
It is the childless womb
The empty playground
The mute singer
Black is the infant's tomb
Bleak and unshaken
Black is where the color goes
When they are forsaken
I have to tell you this
Black is not a color
It is the death of a rainbow.
Written - 6-07-03; 4:02 AM
Added - 6-07-03; 4:04 AM
Jenna White