ONXY ONLY

Pitch Black.

cant take no shape or no shit, like me.

imagine mouthing off to the abyss, challenging which the blind will see.

Everchanging,

shapes of perception,

underneath it all is the exit of deception,

even better changing expressions

cause its that free

What does ebony look like? what does ink even feel like?

multidimensional,

nightmare on elm street

the horrors used to kill me

Cant tell her who she is

or what she intended to be,

still as lunar on duty

lurking on ya moans

but never judge ya body wrapped in its home,

Moonlight.

So fixated but everchanging,

you would say she's rather complicated..

if that..

Gives you full reign to change all ya faces,

in the privacy of ya holy sanctuary

& that's why we owe black..

cause when she swallows you whole,

you'll love to hate her very soul.

like her I stay put, right in my place

and maybe liked later.

she's brave, for being most used & abused,

thrown under a bus

but the only one to make all the tires bust

PITCH BLACK.

Freedom of evolution

in the quietest space but loud enough to yell

of its own taste of "disgrace"

No force of attention,

because the power is in her decision.

Why do we mourn her?

the colors of night

as if we lost count,

reminding us of the long list of our strife's.

Abundant of plenty truths,

AND YOU BETTER NOT LIE,

For the demons will love to stick around & never leave your shrine.

Power is the darkest passion after midnight..

we soar,

constant validation of density to explore.

Soot sure loves me,

but only if I'm a friend,

much more constant than milk can defend.

And its no shade,

to the light, pink, orange hues

all I'm saying is the roots will let us write the darkest blues.

And again, this is no attack

but the void kept it more jazzier than a sax.

Shining ivory on my back,

lifeless forms built from that

Devised a womb around the hallows,

to rebirth what you wont seek,

ALL I KNOW IS YOU BETTER HAVE SOME RESPECT WHEN YOU TALKIN SHIT BOUT' ME.

I mean her,

I mean us,

I MEANT WE!

Many people may not understand that key.

I said I was bred to only paint my self

in smiles, only in style or solely buck wild,

but the veracity of dusk has made me conceive the golden child

And you still may never understand

if you only desire dim light

without the blight,

I would of completely lost all sight.

So please don't fear me,

as 10/31,

let the obsidian lady introduce you to the sun.

Now I know nobody else gonna tell ya to ya face,

but BLACK completely reconstructed me

from my lips, eyes, down to my waist.