chantelle ribeiro - Black...

Black
My colour
My mood today
Sometimes you are cruel
You twist and stab the knife deeper
Ripping through my soul
Your silence your weapon
Your torture device
My back in knots
waiting by my phone
willing it to ring
to hear your voice
to know you care
But then the black night falls
and with it the black nothingness
Empty and demented
Wraps its icy hands around my heart
squeezing
bruising
Until I feel the sorrow burst from my eyes

chantelle ribeiro

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