When Everything Turns Black
And then everything turned to black,
And all the tears once marked its way on a pale stone turned back and retreated, hiding in the comfort of an eyelid and forever were buried into a heart of redness.
And all the rain drops half way between, the sky and the earth, the high and the low, froze and were as if by some magical force pulled back into the folds of the clouds and those on earth, seeped into the ground so fast it’d make your head spin.
And all the words, nice and cold, that were once thrown were taken back and history had it been here in this scene of the story, would be its fate.
When everything turns black, that’s how you know.
When everything turns black, that you were never really born.
