It creeps into the white room, <br />like ice that burns at the <br />smallest touch of frightened fingers. <br /> <br />You draw back, but it is <br />surrounding you, <br />serenading you with damp clouds of <br />misty pain. I love you i hate you love you i hate you <br />A melody of dischordant unhappiness You can barely see <br />yourself now but it is choking you <br />suffocating you eyes cloud teeth tasting foreign <br />you can barely speak. Onto your face like a damp, <br />white rat or a grimy cold cloth- but no! you can barely breathe <br />sneaking into your head now, filling it with colours <br />so chatoyant yet so dull; they are fading <br />so silently now, so silently <br />steathily engulfs your heart engulfs it <br />you can barely run, you can barely hide now for <br />it's all over you, smothering you so tremendously, <br />estranging you, obliterating you, <br />the silence <br />that never <br />quite rang.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-cold/
