Black is the color of a heart that has stopped beating,
It is the color of dried blood,
The color of sky, at night, when everyone is sleeping,
It is the color of a child, sleeping sweetly in their warm beds,
The color of children finding a safe spot to stay in a damp cold alleyway,
Is is the color of a childs bruises,
From their parents beating them,
It is the color of a frayed belt,
Worn down,
It is the eyes that have stopped seeing the beauty in life,
It is the depressed solider,
The soldier who came from a rough life,
Hiding his pain into hurt,
Hiding the hurt into hurting,
Hurting the ones who don't deserve hurt,
Black is the color of hurt,
It is the color that people doubt,
Is black a color?
I know its a shade,
Black is the shade, of ones sacrifice,
The value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity,
The sacrifice of a scared father,
For his scared child,
His child now living with no dad,
It is the shade of loss,
The shade of sorrow,
The shade of a child now growing to sixteen,
And the child now killing himself,
Black is the shade of death.