Black

What you see is not part of my vision.

Black is my thing not just mere fashion.

I have been through needles on my bare skin.

I carry my purity in my heart and bear my sins.

You call it the colour of evils; I call it my dominance.

No soul can steer the power of its utmost confidence.

There lie irresistible secrets; there lies deadly seduction.

One who owns black; owns elegance and sophistication.

I embrace black cause it has transparency, unlike others.

Uncompromised yet lethal; just like sane but broken lovers.

I am a curator of my good, bad, ugly black possessions.

Because I know hell is bound to burn to light heaven.

My love for black strengthens my love to never give up when it is dark in life.

And when you love, love always holds your hand firmly and walks by your side.

Once again what you see is nothing to do with my vision.

Black is my solid thing and a showstopper of my fashion.