Black Is Not A Color (short poem)

[LetsKillTonight]

Saved.
Fire and miss.
Bleed Again.

I inhale the deepest scent of regret.
Warmth in the cold, but not in the same way a smile is warm.
Not pleasant, not kind. Filled with the taste of hell.

Saved.
Fire and miss.
Bleed Again.

I fall again. Into the dark and into the cold.
With the hateful warmth that drips to the floor, quiet.
Much more silent than a gunshot, just as deadly.

Saved.
Fire and miss.
Bleed Again.

I am nothing, in the same way that black is not a color.
Tasting the Cold, Dark, Blankness, nothingness of who I am.
And just as I am nothing, nothing can save me again.

Fire and miss.
Bleed Again.
Save Me.

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Thanks for reading! And constructive comments are welcome! :D

[The Chameleon]

That's very nice.

[jayyy-lmao]

Me Likes!

[tubanic]

Thats so powerful and amazing :)

[Lost in the Echo]

Yeah, I liked it. Very well written poem. :)

[Haunted]

Oooooooooooo I like it a lot holy crap. It was spectacular.