BlackA Poem by nevershoutnever.The color.
Black is a haunting night.
Black is a thick smoke that suffocates you with every lost breath. Warm and sticky blood that runs down your arm from open wounds out of misery is what Black is. Black is that intense, devious feeling you get when you crave for revenge and the feeling when you want to have someone with you to rid that lonesome feeling. Being cold, empty and sad is what Black causes you to be. Feeling pressured, hearing bloody-murder screams, and watching wet, broken tears fall, stream down their face is what Black causes you to do. © 2011 nevershoutnever.Author's Note
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StatsAuthornevershoutnever.Royal Oak, MIAboutI started to write a big paragraph about my life, but who would read it? Emma: thirteen; unable to make decisions; curious; fidgety; OCD - maybe; loving; too caring; kind-heart; humorous; bubbly; t.. more..Writing
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