Dec 12, 2005 16:52
As she lays there in the cold whiteness
Surrounded by crimson red
The color of passion
The color of love
Of anger
Of death
She lies there in the cold whiteness
The color of purity
The color of innocence
Of life
Of peace
She lies there in the cold whiteness
Waiting for it to end
Waiting for it to stop hurting
To go numb
Waiting for the screaming to stop
To go deaf
Waiting for the memories to go away
To forget everything
She lies there in the cold whiteness
Surrounded by many
But so alone
You ok? They ask
She smiles and lies, “yes I am”
Want to talk?
No I am fine, she lies again
She tries and tries to look and find
But never can truly find any happiness
As she lies there in the cold whiteness
It finally sets in
Numbness
Deafness
Then she beings to forget everything
They find here the morning in the snow
Snow white as can be except for . . .
The white that’s destroyed by the red
Crimson red, her blood
Blood that surrounds her body
As she lies in the cold white snow