A Blind Colour For The Blind Painter Poem by Vampire Heart

The Reaper's brush ran watercolour black,
On the snow-white canvass,
Defining pain and lurking shadows.
But painting greif black never suited my pallete of colours,
Nor the majestic crimson that portrays the collision of anger and hatred,
Amongst the onset of death,
Nor anyother colour that I can vagaly remember.
Only one colour can represent this emotion,
The colour of nothing,
For I see nothing...