A Black Crayon

My name is Black.

I am that color you dread.

I am the only color that brings you down.

I drag out all those horrible horrific memories you have buried.

I am the one who brings you depression, fear, and madness.

I am the one hideing in the shadows waiting for you.

I am the one who makes you cry.

I am the one who kills you.

You can never get rid of me.

I want you to suffer.

That is why I make you suicidal.

You cut your self.

You cry.

You bleed

Then you hold the gun to your head.

You say your sorry.

Pull the trigger.........

You are no more.

This is why I am the color black.

This is why you dread me.

I am nothing more then a death setence.

Author's Note

I made this up as I went ..........
Just What I was thinking

Reviews

[zappy]

this is nice my fav part was i am nothing more the a death setence i think it brings it togeather

[Hopless]

well i think its good you should write more i like your two pomes