Beneath the surface of ourselves
We mourn
Our souls wear the black
As it rains,
the black color bleeds
Tarnishing what is us, our only remainder
Our last stand in a crowd of uncertainties
The inside can only stand so much corruption,
less hardened than our outer calloused and bruised covering
Soon it's too much
A private funeral
Open casket
with unblinking eyes
Still looking for the white
to balance out the blackness inside
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Beneath the surface of ourselves
We mourn
Our souls wear the black
As it rains,
the black color bleeds
Tarnishing what is us, our only remainder
Our last stand in a crowd of uncertainties
The inside can only stand so much corruption,
less hardened than our outer calloused and bruised covering
Soon it's too much
A private funeral
Open casket
with unblinking eyes
Still looking for the white
to balance out the blackness inside
