Black. Poem by Wolfie Surrendered

Black are my wings, dark as the night. Produce a fake smile, not worth the fight. Black are the days, lying behind. No golden sun-rays, . starring blind. Blck are the thoughts, wandering through my head. Cant connect the thoughts between good and bad. Black is the world pitch black outside. All is swirled, no place to hide. Black is all that remains, if I am fighting no more, these dark clouds will be my chains behind a black prison door.