charcoal black

a rather gothic poem about the color black.(my favorite color)

Charcoal Black

 

When I see black I see Auswitch, us hated goths.I taste meat so dead once so full of life now on my plate to eat.I see a street so cold and black where people live who can hardly stay alive.I smell corpses burning from behind the barbed wire fence men women and children once so happy and full of life no tormented some die first some continue there life of death dispair and decay those that die there bodies soon to be burned.I feel heartbreak so painful like a knife in the chest rough hard skin once so soft soon to be put to rest.I feel the hellish feeling thats the pain of loss I feel the feeling of black velvet i run my fingers through as I hear people screaming and a vultures call.

 

By Absule

Author's Note

I had to do this for school.and i tried to make it as dark and evil as possible without breaking any school rules.because i hate my teacher who is always happy but makes fun of this boy i like i did a pretty good job she look disturbed but i got a D