I feel comfort in the Black,
Avoidance of light,
Keeps me warm and at peace,
I feel comfort in the Black,
It is my security,
Which leaves me wild and free,
I feel comfort in the Black,
My achromatic savior,
It absorbs any, all, but me,
I feel comfort in the Black,
Where I can marinate in my macabre,
I'm calm, confident and icy
I feel comfort in the Black,
As I say dark sarcastic jokes,
And reveal tall tales of mystery,
I feel comfort in the Black,
Where I hold many others confessions,
I lock in secrecy,
I feel comfort in the Black,
I stand alone, no reflections,
No judgemental tones,
I feel comfort in the Black,
I am home.
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Dawn Summers
I have a vast imagination which I hope to share. Creativity is in my blood.
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