Life in Ebony

Life in Ebony
that's what it really is.
Dysfunctional, eaten alive...
There is no such thing as light
just illusion and the hope of light.
Lost, nowhere to go except deeper into the darkness.
Keep fighting, you will just get there faster.
Sorrow, Death. What is happiness?
It is an illusion, an idea...

My Ebony:
You are not a colour, race or mood,
you are a pit of nothingness
an echo of fragile hope,
a breakdown of time,
a tear in the mind.
My Ebony is my heaven and hell
my ice cold winter, my boiling hot summer.
No feeling, just a never-ending  empty room.
Not life, not death but in between...