cancerous white, beautiful white, is it a never ending white
there was never a black but im looking for the gray...
i do need it
i really do
white stings and hurts, its numbing and its closing in on me
tight so tight
a series of images I see when I close my eyes - writing them down for the first time This one's the protesting dead ones. " It's a high metal gate that is shut. there is a guard on the inside of it and an angry mob on the outside. The mob is made of dead people. they have no eyes and their flesh - white, almost non-existent. They are dressed in white dhotis and banians and have turbans wrapped around their heads. A few of them carry things in their hands, could be sticks. They are screaming, they want to get through to the other side of the gate."
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