From a bright turquoise to purple, to a dull dark blue
Form death of the day to the birth of night so new
The croma gets deepened into a black shadow of darkness
Spreading its territory into a vast expanse of nothingness
Simple and pure as it seems it is
Yet deep within unsolved complications exists
This darkness, its purity, the secrets it holds in it
Compels me to ponder and unfold every bit
Sending me into an array of clutter and turmoil as always
Setting up a thoughtfully emotional and mindless maze
This black terrifies me in one way or the other
Bringing up those memories which I try to curb forever
The feelings I avoid and which make me weak
Instantaneously resurface to take a peak
Maybe its the face to face confession with myself and a few moments
alone
Adding onto my essence, into who I have grown
This deep rooted love with a hint of hatred of nights which I possess
mess..
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