
The Color Black
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
This heartbeat, this silence is disturbingly calm.
What are they trying to say, these lines on my palm?
It is not fear but darkness that awaits,
The gory eyes and the fictional date.
The voices calling in the night
And those inside our heads,
Are they really monsters under the bed?
For me, that’s the crack.
They are creatures molded from the black.
I know I belong there
And now I will be demented away.
.
Pull me away…pinch me…I need a shake!
For now, I hear a grisly voice,
“But you’re already awake!”