Why is black the color of death,

when eyes cloud white

and skin grows pale?

Black is fear.

Black is the night

holding secrets in the shadows

best left unknown.

White is the nothingness

of the end,

the void to which we all will travel.

The question is,

do you fear the end of your world

or the end of you?

A/N: I seriously don't know where this came from. I found it while browsing my old poems. I must have written this a while ago, 'cause I'm not sure what I meant by the ending.