Cold Silence
Riccardo Brumat
Black is the color that is not a color
Black is the color of the deep abyss
Black is the color of terror and fear
Black crumbles to leave crystals tears
Over the surreal landscapes of desolation
Black is the silence of the void
The sound of the bell end of the voiceless
The move to the black side, which incorporates
Sucks and extinguishes any flame of hope
Cold is black and does not move
Everything's quiet. Everything is black
Black is the blood of the demon growing inside
And left only the awareness of powerlessness