Black
I was talking to this guy and then I was suddenly thinking, "Damn. Death is depressing." And then there was poetry!
Black
Ebony, ebony
Dark and beautiful
Come take me away
The weight of the world is pushing me down
It's getting hard to force something more than a frown
The crows are cawing
They want me home
Wielding the promise that I won't be alone anymore
They're calling my soul
Demented and fighting
Reluctant to go
But I do
For they are the last, never forget these words I wrote to you
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