Morning dews abase

These tears they’ll dry themselves

Unlike my blackberries that’ll stay still


This black I own, it stains

Says look into my eyes and see nothing

We will both pick up from where we started


This tongue I own, it’s heavy

Has eyes that see far, but I don’t tell

I keep every chunk of it’s in my bones

What good is it anyway !?


By living I become dust, I starve

Somethings I make peace with,

So I may live


But this beautiful black that I own

Will, it stands in the way of everything I will be !?