Midnight Black

MIDNIGHT BLACK No, I’m not -A racist of sorts, I mean But detest I do, the black of midnight scene Purple ,that smirk’d a wicked sheen, groped, wiggled, with cold fingers keen. Palled by a convulsed face wretched in pain viscous slime ,red on bruised mane Daggers sculpted life off, like insane Lifeless limbs sprawled out in sunken lane. Sharp silver deep in thick flesh lame Ants and moths eager to claim… Did vicious black mouth my name? Yes, detest I do, the midnight’s game.