Black clouds gather on the horizon. A sea named Hope is now called Despair. Thunder rumbles, signaling the impending doom of a heart attack.
Black, the depths of the sea, with nothing but the creatures of myth for company. There is no light; no life; no hope of rescue. None can find me, for I did not wish to be found.
Black as the back of an eyelid; light little more than an idea dimly perceived. Dare to open the eye and see the truth, or be blinded by its light and see no more forever. Sleep seems sweet but brings no comfort; only the dark demons of the black who would that I wake no more.
Black as the hole in space where gravity crushes light itself. Therein calls the promise of oblivion, burning with the unseen fires of Hell.