blank faces all around me
blank faces around my bed
blank faces with blank shadows
am i already dead?
white blankets keep me warm
white light helps me see
white cloth covering white memories
who am i supposed to be?
clear water in the glass besides
clear tears stream down his face
clear wind blowing through clear window
he cries over my lace
black is the night that follows
black garments they wear to weep
black suit closes lid on black coffin
i close my eyes to sleep