Riddles Of Black

Who are you?
What you think you do?
What makes me run so blue?
What makes illusion become so true?


Like a gun in a hall.
Everything tends to fall.
The love is a dirty brawl.
And my drunk corpse needs to crawl.


Are you the death?
Are you worth every breath?
Is it all about to hear the def?
Or should it just thrill the nerve?


Rainbows so brightly black.
All they sing is an ode to jack.
All they pour in the air some crack.
All they are like the sweetest smack.


What’s the reason for it?
Is it because my head was tilt?
Is it because I wasted my time in something to build?
Is that all you enjoy to get thrilled?


Happiness is so sad.
Every single day is equally bad.
All the things are so mean mad.
Why doesn’t it want to leave the head.


Is it all from you to blame?
Are you glad to try me to tame?
Do you want to make a fake flame?
Do you want me to claim?


You are the sickness in the brain.
You are the squirting blood in the vain.
You are the lie I don’t want to drain.
All you do to me is pain.