A White Room ((desperation for perfection))

by StandStill   May 1, 2008


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

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