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by StandStill May 1, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
She sits in a white room stares at the walls searching for answers finds nothing at all Four solid walls give her peace of mind oh, the normalacy of life it's a lie, the white kind Trapped in her head trapped in their lies god only knows why-and how- this girl died Watches the lillies bloom so colorful, so alive a desperation for perfection something better than the knives She'd close her eyes searching for black but all she would fine was that the white was back Purity of snow four corners to her walls she's locked in this white room as on time crawls