Dressed in black
When you’re shot in the back
And lying in the mud
When you almost die
You get used to the black
Spade diggin’ a hole
Robes mumblin’ Latin
When you almost die
You get used to the black
Wond’rin’ ‘bout soul
Alone with why’s
When you almost die
You get used to the black
Lookin’ for light
SEARCHIN’ FOR FIGHT
When you almost die
You get used to the black
When you get shot in the back
When you almost die
When she leaves you for smack
You get used to the black
Call me Hanq 
Back to black, wordweaver! Fantastic piece and again I am compelled to seek the sound of your words…I’ve ears to hear! (Love the photo as well)
The photo is the best part, ain’t it 🙂
When you get shot in the back, it means it was done by a coward. Mind you, in black the blood doesn’t seem anywhere near as bad. She left you for smack… how sad.
Very, quite surreal, gripping read Henry.
Dark! Black. Loved the repetition
This is good–I really like that second stanza, quite powerful.
This reads like a musical piece ~ I like the repetition, you get used to the black ~ Enjoyable read ~
The low art is my rudimentary poem/lyric, the high art is the video. In contrast I think they work nicely. At Tastoo, it is a lyrical work in progress, but I like what it says now, for what it says, and wanted it out to read before I change it up for song. And thank you all for taking time to read and finding something nice to say. I appreciate all of you.
I was very excited to read this it felt like a new way to view an epic rock musical. When you sit back and look again it’s very creative indeed for a new area.
Merci beaucoup!
Brilliant. After the rereads and the video it feels like last rights and time to call in something or someone to save me. Atmospheric and emotionally hard hitting. Exit wounds are the worst.
Sorry, too many things going on at once that should read *rites
Right or rite, that’s kool, as long as you spell brilliant correctly 🙂
You clearly missed my self portrait poem last week where I admitted to the internet and posterity to not being a stellar speller :D.
I can’t spell in four languages, trust me, spelling doesn’t bother me. And to your credit you spelled right, right 🙂 luv ya, girl. Thanks for hosting. You’re special.
Right. Thanks for the fantastic laughs, always a pleasure.
nice…i like the repetition and dang shot in the back man, and on top she leaves you for smack…that second stanza is like watching your own funeral….intriguing write man…
I really liked the chill of this. Great job, Henri!
oh my…tight emotions in this henry..settling for the black…that’s tough..
oh, my stomach …def seems like not many options for happiness here…good study and flow
The refrain really works here. The black takes on all the colors in the rainbow and all the meanings it can soak up. Fab job!
i wonder if we ever really do get used to the black… but i have never been afraid of the dark. this is musical and lyrical and wonderful.
Knowing what I know makes this all the more heart-wrenching.