Black
by Emma Fertig
To me, Black is depth
The depth of the ocean
The depth of the chasm
The depth of my mind
To him, Black is different
Black is the laughter which has long since faded
Black like the spiders that crawl under the bed
Black is the death that consumes us all
But there is no black in her world
Black is where the light can intrude
Where the light will intrude
And make no longer black
The depth of the ocean
The depth of the chasm
The depth of my mind
To him, Black is different
Black is the laughter which has long since faded
Black like the spiders that crawl under the bed
Black is the death that consumes us all
But there is no black in her world
Black is where the light can intrude
Where the light will intrude
And make no longer black