Black is a feeling
Hard to explain
Like suffering
Suffering without pain

The ink that's the story
On each book's page
The forget-the-lines feeling
On a dimly-lit stage

Black is the color
Of wanting more power
The unfulfilled need
Growing with every hour

The omen of gloom
Of death and despair
A horrible mistake
Unable to repair

Black is the color
Of asphalt and rain
You strive for the victory
Yet you have nothing to gain

The darkest brick
In an alleyway arch
The slow, sad tune
Of a funeral march

Black