Colors of lifes Bleak Darkness

The night sky,
It’s blackness fills me still.
But what is this blackness I see,
except for all I can be?

I see in this world many shades of gray.
The jet black is the darkest of the day.
It flies by rarely,
It is the most gothic of them all.

I see another just as bizarre,
The intensity and shine from a far.
But what could this color be,
If not the jewel that I see?

Another is a dark heart,
It is classic art.
Keys so clouded yet so right.

But what is this light?
The one so charred,
so simple and light.
Let it fill us with spite
O’ what may it be,
this everlasting blackness I see?