[en] Black
While I was cleaning the home desktop the other day I stumbled upon lots of old documents, photos and videos that I had made. Among those was this poem I wrote on 21 of September 2006 at 23 hours:
I tried to listen to music, but it was all hard rock.
I went for a walk and the bats accompanied me.
I was walking through the night and there was no light.
And I wished that I could see.
I stepped into something,
I didn’t like its smell,
It was pitch.
I went back and made myself a tea.
But all the tea I had was black and I hated it.
I took the poison from the dungeon
And I drank it to the last drop.
And suddenly, the black before my eyes seemed invisible,
The black I was hearing stopped sending chills through me,
And the black I was feeling wasn’t unsafe anymore.
I was fine, I was right,
I was dancing with the devil under the pale moon light.
Truth be told, the last line was inspired by some movie I had seen. Can't remember which.