“I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black” -Rolling Stones.
Darkest of darkness I have ever seen,
Turned into a crack filled with the pitch-black starless space.
I merged into it, floating on the surface desperately,
While I was unwilling, and slowly, consumed absolutely.
I turned into black, the darkness pure,
The Soul, the Heart and the Mind full of the gloomy fury.
Is there blackest than the deepest black?
Could the darkness I’ve become,
Turn into the substance more mournful than it is?
Do not wake me up,
Until the whole black mayhem is scrubbed away.
Do not make me feel,
Until the colors reappear.