Black Is Full Of Colour Poem by Leylek D. Sovura

Exhale, inhale,
feel air in your lungs again,
one by one we come,
lives are departing faster then a heartbeat,
your way through time drags a trail of crimson,
misery and sorrow are just the start,
pain and madness will visit from time to time,
treated like prisoners full of joy,
lonely and in the dark,
cold and blind,
blue, red, yellow, green,
black never looked brighter,
his smile feels almost sadistic,
full of pain and love,
wisdom and mystic,
who would have thought?
When zeros and ones form life,
will you be there to read it, my dear?
Will your heartbeat, breathing,
your madness, your killing,
paint the world in a vibrant red?
What you want never was in the cards.
The dealer is cheating you and you never realized.
The question is, did you ever realize,
that nothing you do is yours to decide?
Black was never so full of colour than today.
You should come visit life another day.