The sky is black. A void of darkness. No life, no light, no lust. A void with nothing to live for, nothing to die for. The sky is black, void of matter and mind. An empty hole to forever fall. For there is no hope for a mass of nothing. With no reason to live, and no reason to die, life goes grey. A sky black and void of universe, paints them self with blue and white and happy hues, To spare those gleeful creatures when the sky they view.