• Black...
    ...is born as the sun sets along the horizon
    ...looks like the dried up pieces of a broken heart
    ...feels like the emptiness of a loss loved one
    ...sounds like the cries of surrendering
    ...smells like the smoke that interferes with air
    ...tastes like the venom of an irrated viper
    ...behaves like a soul on a quest of revenge
    ...is happy when it recieves praise and honor
    ...is sad when its overlooked or forgotten
    ...lives in the heart and core of humanity
    ...dies never because it cant ever disappear