Black,
black night,
black mood,
crying in the gutter,
amongst broken glass,
sobbing,
alone,
alone in solitude,
as the rain falls,
down heavily,
after your lover,
has left you,
with a broken heart,
and anger,
and leaving,
leaving you hating love,
as you sit,
alone,
in miserable solitude,
hating all,
all that love,
that love,
and he did to you,
under the black sky,
in a black mood,
black as they come,
sat alone crying,
in great distress,
in your coat,
and in your pretty dress,
the read one,
your favourite one,
the that you always like to wear,
with no one to care,
no one at all to care,
but you,
miserable you,
in a black mood,
dazed and confused,
cursing the one,
who so cruelly left you,
and you vowing revenge,
as the tears,
roll down,
your pretty face,
and the fresh loss,
the loss of love,
how painfully devastating it is,
and how painfully it cuts at you,
and leaves you pained,
and damaged,
and crying,
crying as many tears,
tears as the raindrops,
leaving you wishing,
that love had never,
had never entered your heart,
and never entered your mind at all,