Skies are blacked by cajuned colored
but the tears fromo my eyes are painted in color
Blinded by the black skies
I'm colored blind
So I drape in connection to the skies
Who colored me in such presence?
But is black not a color?
Ebony is the stance that makes it sound of beauty
But it drapes in disguise from paint that claims no color
The darkest of colors thats bold to the beat
resulting in absence
resulting in absorbtion
portrayed by mourning
A color so bold sold by death
But the color of elegant magic
For I am the Paint Draped in