Pitch

Pitch black,
Not the black of night,
Not the black of a shadow,
Not the black of coal,
or the black of a burnt match,

This blackness is something only experianced by few,
The blackness you feel pushing in on you,
The blackness of the coldest of hearts,
Black that absorbs light,
Dictating the light like a black hole,

Fever black that sucks you in,
The blackness of death,
All thoughts pushing the darkness away,
Darker then the darkest of times,
When all lights go out deep in a cave.