I got caught up in the white
trapped within it’s silky net.
I’m a swimmer in these pearly seas
and swallowing its chalky breath
I’m drowning.
I got caught up in the white.

I’m a monster
a terrible mutation
of the fragile lamb I was.
I’m feeding, reeling
tearing up my past
with bloody, frantic chewing.
The world is spinning
the world is liquid
when you’re caught up in the white.

I’m a nightmare
a disillusioned mirror-view
of emptiness and sorrow.
I am the stagnant cigarette breath
of a lifetime addict
the stranger lurking around the corner.
You’ll count the echo of my footsteps as I begin to run.
I’m fleeing from the white.

I’m black-eyed, toothless rubbish
fermenting trash and grey decay.
I am the plague that haunts
these empty streets.
I am redemption.
I am the single lasting moment
of clarity
of vision
I am complete.
The white’s caught up in me.

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