![]() The Color BlackA Poem by BlackcatattackA clear bottle containing my darkest dares, Most devious dreams That the Devil brushed into my heart. That forested forbidden place, An ignorantly forbidden place That is isolated. You tell yourself it is not a part of you. You stand there with a gun in your pocket, Ready to fire at everything you do not know. But here I stand, with a brush in my hand And I paint black around my eyes, Along my nails. I paint the secrets you refuse to see And I laugh in the dark. © 2013 BlackcatattackReviews
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