Of the Colour Black: I watch the sun running across the sky. I see the moon creeps up ever so slowly. The day fades to black with deadly glitters in the air. The trees suddenly go still; I hear myself breathe. Red, yellow, blue and white. In the prolonged darkness I wait Believe that soon there will be light. Soon I believe, I never stop, no. The darkness fades to dull grey. From the clutches of a demon into the clutches of hell, Light myself on fire, Struck by wanton lust and deep desire, Oh how will you help me so? I watch grey fade to yellow Looking on, I see a familiar sight. Night seeps away and colours rush back in. The birds start chirping, I hear myself laughing.
