Black
Is it a colour?
It is much more then that.
It is my soul, my inner most being.
My core.
It's an emotion.
The feeling I feel at my strongest,
Also my weakest.
My dead lifeless centre beats in time to its calling.
Black.
The sound of the word resounds through me.
The sound of a funeral bell, tolling for my next victim.
The next person, to suffer under the hands of this emotion.
An indescribable emotion.
Is it power?
Pain, suffering, sadness, joy?
It's a new emotion it's simply,
Black.