It's beautiful when it's silent
It's deadly when provoked
And when you least expect it
You lose hold and choke
It's beautiful
Because nothing is so pure
It's deadly
Because nothing is it's cure
When it's silent
You can lose your mind
When provoked
It will break all binds
You can lose your mind
Because nothing is so pure
It will break all binds
Because nothing is it's cure
Before you let darkness get hold
You must really see what was broke
And when you least realize it
When you can lose hold and choke
White Darkness
Losing your mind when you are surrounded by white and nothing all day for a week.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
