“Black is lifeless, death./
Black tastes like chocolate, but also sour and disgusting./
Black is like a wither and its rose.”
Black is lifeless, death.
Black tastes like chocolate, but also sour and disgusting.
Black is like a wither and its rose.
Black is like death and its stench.
Black makes the loud spooky noises of a cave.
Black is also the darkness of that cave.
Black feels cold and dark.
Black is as tough as sandpaper.
Black is lifeless, death.