Death is black

Posted July 7, 2009

i ask not why death is black
would life be sweeter if dust tasted like honey?
or candy like bone?
i ask not why the sky is blue,
to expand beyond all visable boundary
and yet appreciated none.
i ask not why envy is green,
or why i want to know so badly
what it means to live again.
i brave not the wheel of colors i feel
when dispair is clenching my heart.
or why the purest white has bleached me
of my sins before i depart.
i ask not for a share in your pity,
or even your joy in my pain.