black

black as dust
black as soot
black and lovely as that dandelion root
must've felt when they burnt her down
reduced to ashes
flames; surrounding like whiplashes
slapping her décor
eating at her personality
gnawing lustfully at her soul
until there's nothing left that is apparent
except the dusty remains

black as life
white as death
who can claim to know
anything, everything, nothing but all
when it's - black as truth
white as lies
colourful as this illusion