All roads lead back to black,
the sound of leaking blood from bodies in a sack,
A rose of white begins to fade and slack,
and is quenched in the glory of one that is black,
The shirt fell off the rack,
Wasn't onto paint but it still turned black,
When anyone falls of the track,
Their souls turn black.


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Under you pockets deep,
Has dwindled your wishes' screech.
Watch out,
Let me get you a mirth very meek.

Caught your back
That is the only feature of you could I spec
So fixated were the steps
Such to mitigate out of the meandering voyage
Towards your path to trace you turned
Beyond my suspected alley
Impalpable
Intended to glimpse your face
I swirled ,shifted and turned
All astood for the whole while
Yet escaped you unaware
I,too,moved ahead jollily without doing you an unnecessary 'peak a boo'