He came in black

He came in black
Asking “why are you sad?”
“I’m not sad” I answered
“I am tired” I whispered
“How can you be tired, young lady?”
“What have you done lately?”
“I have done nothing” I cried
“That’s why I’m frightened”
“I fear the loneliness, I fear the night”
“My dreams, they’re only in black and white”