The Color
Its the color of angry peoples' souls,
And also bottomless holes
Midnight skies and lots of dirty lies,
Its the color of madness
Dark, plain, and nothing but rage
Exploding from it's human cage.
You see this color when you shut your eyes
Maybe just for a minute or maybe its forever
Its the color of a Raven and the bottom of the ocean,
The color of a Rottweiler in fierce motion.
Its the color mourners usually wear,
No matter where you are this color will be there.
Copyright © Joshua Leach | Year Posted 2005
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