learned love
His soul was the color
of broken glass
and creaking ice
a moment before
the plunge.
she fell.
His soul was the space
between the fine print-
so when he took her breath away
she didn't know
he wouldn't be giving it back.
she can't breathe.
And when the day ends
she is chained
to the corpse of a man
who never had a soul
to begin with.
so maybe she'll give him hers.
tearing it to ribbons
and pressing the silken fragments to cold lips.
but they flutter to the floor,
like the bloodied bodies of slain doves
and she learns
that love cannot be taught.
Pure Nothing
It is darker than dark.
Lost somewhat
All its color had been drained out
All it's emotion is gone
You look at it,
And feel nothing
Not happiness
Not sadness
Just nothing
You see nothing
You feel nothing
It is nothing
Darker than dark
Blacker than black
All it's life is gone
You see nothing
VantaBlack
is
Nothing
Balance
Mysticism glittered in her eyes while the silver hugged her face. She knew like she knew many a thing, that destiny laid before her. In her eyes you could feel her wild, blazing fire, her alluring, spiritual warmth...but look harder and there was a cooling ice even she didn't know about. That fabulous color. A true blend of the two. She may have been overtly wrathful at times, but her eyes aided her with the color of balance. She would always need to be checked. She would always need a wise counterpart. For her, without it, her eyes may as well be blood red. Her desire that deep. A longing for power ready to take her over at a moment's notice. But with traces of blue, like river streams, that gave her eyes their brilliant lavender hue, she would be held. She would be loved. She would be protected from herself.