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Black senses
Midnight black is as dark as sight with no eyes
As bitter as licorice
And as loud as screaming prisoners pleading for their lives as they get tormented
Black is as painful as death
Not a pleasant death like dying in your sleep
But a death like being eaten inside out by an unknown parasite
And there is no cure
Black has the smell of a thousand reeking corpses on battlefield
Being rotted away by decomposers and erosion
As bitter as licorice
And as loud as screaming prisoners pleading for their lives as they get tormented
Black is as painful as death
Not a pleasant death like dying in your sleep
But a death like being eaten inside out by an unknown parasite
And there is no cure
Black has the smell of a thousand reeking corpses on battlefield
Being rotted away by decomposers and erosion
Published 6th Sep 2013
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