Black-
Accentuates my mourning.
Darkness permeates the Void-
That pierces deep my lonesome soul,
and slithers, rampant, through my blood.

Demeanor-
So harsh, abrasive
to placate veiled ire-
Smoldering for I’m denied
the deepest of my desire.

Reluctant-
To admit my love,
for I fear you’ll blatantly reject
these feelings that I harbor,
the sneering image I project.

Love-
Such as this, is weakness-
Cleaving deep my leaden heart.
To leave it unrequited
is to crack my soul apart.

So-
I stay quiet in this Darkness,
I mourn- to punctuate my pain.
Black-
Saturates my every pore
and flows bitter in my veins.