Black

A dark moody poem.

Black,
That's The Main Color I see,
Like An Ocean,
It Surrounds Me,

It Follows Every Move I Make,
Then Slowly,
Ever So Slowly,
It Suffocates.

As It Starts Getting Darker,
And I Feel As If I Am Drowning,
I Take One Last Look Around,
Then Realize, My Last Moments Alive, Are Frowning.