Black, like the flowers hanging wilted in the deadly winter snow,
Searing, like the broken heart of the one who has never cared and will never care,
Icy, like the frozen souls who walked these roads before us,
Smoky, like the air around the campfire as it burns down to red-orange embers,
Silent, like a deadly pill slipped into your food by the one who signs his stalker note as "Your Worst Fear",
Bitter, like unsweetened chocolate in a triple layer cake, standing on its own, with nothing to mix together with, to make itself seem sweeter,
Rough, like a piece of sandpaper rubbed against your cheek instead of your woodshop project,
Runs swiftly, like a cheetah closing in on its prey, across an open field, with nothing in its way and nothing to help the innocent one.