kinds of black: west side story

It was something like a song but it made you question It held your breath while you excused yourself It strutted on broke back fish by the salty sea It never asked who made the road there It was too dark to tell Loud but the only sound how scary It made shadows all around At once it bounced but hovered in the ever It owed you Vested Yawning Vast Mojave Desert thx quinn thx anyone that told me to never care or it would kill me