learned love
His soul was the color
of broken glass
and creaking ice
a moment before
the plunge.
she fell.
His soul was the space
between the fine print-
so when he took her breath away
she didn't know
he wouldn't be giving it back.
she can't breathe.
And when the day ends
she is chained
to the corpse of a man
who never had a soul
to begin with.
so maybe she'll give him hers.
tearing it to ribbons
and pressing the silken fragments to cold lips.
but they flutter to the floor,
like the bloodied bodies of slain doves
and she learns
that love cannot be taught.
Pure Nothing
It is darker than dark.
Lost somewhat
All its color had been drained out
All it's emotion is gone
You look at it,
And feel nothing
Not happiness
Not sadness
Just nothing
You see nothing
You feel nothing
It is nothing
Darker than dark
Blacker than black
All it's life is gone
You see nothing
VantaBlack
is
Nothing
