Black was the theme of his life. Black was the cloud of smoke that hung over his head. Black was the dread he felt in his heart. Black was the death that surrounded him. Black was his kiss. Black was his humor. Black was his outlook.
Black was his eyes. Black was his soul. Black was the brimstone that his blood dripped on. Black was his car. Black was home. Black is his future. Black was his past. Black is present. Black was the woman that offered him redemption. Black was the suit of the man that offered him the end. Black was the dress of the woman that bought his soul.
Black is his blade. Black is his conscious. Black is his control. Black was the night he killed murder. Black was the moment he destroyed his first life. Black was the air he breathed. Black was his intention. Black is his heart. Black is his blood, poisoned by a black life. Black are the eye sockets burnt out. Black is the hope for those he holds dear.
Black was the sky when his mother died. Black was his mind when he lost his father. Black was his shirt when he cradled his brother's dead body. Black was the moon when he lost his angel. Black is the empty in which he will rest. Black is the end for him. Black will stay when the end comes. Black is the absence of light as 'the light' never shows. Black is his chance. Black is his desire. Black will be his solace. Black is the love he has to give.