The color of a starless night.

The shroud upon death’s face.

The color of a room out of light.

The darkness nothing can penetrate.

The feeling of lost love.

A storm rolling in.

Eyes staring blankly above.

A face without a grin.

Frost bite nipping at your toes.

What you see on a cloudy day.

The color of a dying rose.

The smell of decay.

The mood as you shout and cry.

The heart of a cold killer.

Saying “goodbye.â€