Why do we fear black?

Why do we fear blades?

Why is the call of a crow a curse

with feathers like a midnight sky…

The sun’s reflection kind of like shooting stars

heading for its tail

I used to think there were many colors

Now there’s only shades

but why is black so scary

and why is sadness such a sin?

Why are Emo kids selfish… for noting the wrong in the world?

Pandora let it out

most I know, after all, are looking for magic to fix

The troubles on their hearts

…

Why do we see evil?