The mirrors of my psyche shine black;
Black - its guise,my sanity.
A howling, acrid melody.
Heart droops cumbersome and black.
Black - the entrails of cold passion.
Even amour's gray and black,
Wreaking visceral depression
All is vacant,pale and black...
Realm of flesh - corrupt and rotten
Raining corpses frail and black
Laughter - a deranging rattle.
Its stilt strings - broken and black...