Where Am I? Poem by Shubham Roy

Back into Black,
Tears in hell.

Sometimes alone and sometimes amazing.

Drowning in the darkness, enjoying in the bloody red.

Broken into pieces then,
pieces become dust.

Red roses get to shrivel up,
and dark seems good.

Gazing into the sky,
and not able to find even a star.

Consecrated towards loyalty, yet get backstabbed in backyards.

I'm searching for love but,
where is swarthy Shubham.