Thursday, July 17, 2008

a moment of insanity

Black is the silence stretched upon your soul. Aging significantly with every passing moment, strong are its ties within you, without you.

Black is the colour of light shining in the solace of your room. Shattering every facade of surroundings, dead is its illusion inside you, outside you.

Black is blue, bluer than all ideas written across your face. Shadowing every line with comfort, alive is its darkness between you and me.