Pitch Black.

Black.

You're stuck here alone
Just what would you do?
If you couldn't see him
But he could see you.

Try reading his face
-the task can't be done.
As deadly as poison,
As strong as the sun.

You needed his help
And he said he'd try,
So deeply you trust him,
Though unsure of why.

Perhaps it's his eyes,
His beautiful eyes,
His pitch black and glinting,
Beautiful eyes.

They may speak of murder,
They may have a spark,
But would you trust a killer
that sees In the dark?

Kat-x-