Black is not a colour
It is the void of colour
The absence of pigment
The absence of light
It is hollow and empty
Black is where the sun went
Barren and desolate
It is the childless womb
The empty playground
It is the mute singer
Black is the infant's tomb
Bleak and unshaken
Black is where colurs go
When they are forsaken
I have to tell you this
Just so you know
Black is not a color
It is the death of the rainbow