What exactly is “It?” It could be numerous things, but in this case It is a color…
It is the absence of light
It is the color of night
It is inside all of us
It waits
It is the hatred inside all of us
It is the sadness within
It cannot be stopped
It consumes purity
It destroys the innocent
It is black
It is the color of night
It is the absence of light…
I like how this poem just grabbed my attention! Good job, the absence of light can do that to people 
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