BLACK
Blood is everywhere,
Not blood you can touch,
But blood you can feel,
It's oozing out of every pore,
It's Black.
The Black is in you,
The Black is in me,
It's in the soldiers of war,
It's in the heroes too,
It's evil.
Evil is such a small word,
But it does too much damage,
It takes over,
Like a smile except it's a frown,
The frown is always there,
It's a disease.
A disease is a sickness,
That some are lucky to be without,
It's a burden on you,
It's a burden on others,
Sometimes it's fatal, sometimes,
It's death.
When death happens naturally,
It takes time,
But in war,
It happens all the time,
Death takes over everyone,
It's destruction.
Destruction takes priority over all,
It takes lives, homes and Faith,
But over all,
Its taken peace.