The Whitest Room

I sit here in the whitest room
of the whitest house
of the whitest man

Please take me away as the bright white light slowly kills me
I can’t feel anything in this sterile room
Only the blankness and fear that I’ll stain it
Afraid to move, afraid to wake up and find out that this isn’t a dream
Wanting escape like any creature, this is hurting my soul
I’m suffocating...

It’s impossible, this “purity” everyone is afraid to stain it.
Nothing like this is natural White is a genetic mutation in nature,
a sign saying “I’m poisonous” or I’m not healthy”
This man-made unattainable perfection
And I see the white fist coming towards me
the blue was gone from his eyes.
Only the whites remained, Crazy and impassioned and human
I’m cowering

When I died by the hands of people I trusted,
I didn’t see Heaven in its gold and white glory,
with angels singing insincere praise be to God
I saw the pure green light; I saw the red life,
the dark purple realm of twilight
And I sat there in the bloody pool, watching the colors get brighter...
Beautiful death in Technicolor:
colors I didn’t even know existed came into existence
The Grim Reaper is a mardi-gras clown,
smiling in the myriad colors of happiness
I’m floating

I was yanked out of there by whiteness... the colors, gone
White sterile gloves, white unfertile walls,
bleached white sheets on the gurney
White feeding tubes, white pills,
that harsh bright white light of mankind
Take me away from this place It’s so cold here...
Man with their manufactured white
With too much pity on the lazy poor
With liberal ideas but not an accepting bone in their body
As they look down their noses on people like me,
the people like me who envy the purple wild jasmine
Then turn around and give money to welfare,
to a needy kid in Chezkloslavakia
There’s a needy kid right here,
because even though there’s food on the table
I’m starved for the death I once knew

I need to get away from here
This white world is so confused
Bleaching the color from our lives to be “pure”
Afraid to make mistakes,
even though the mistakes are where the beauty lies
The “purity” you look for lies not in white walls
but the beauty of man and nature
Even the ugliness adds to the world...
I’m bleeding...

You don't understand! You don't care!
You’re kidding yourself! You’re trying too hard!

I’m crying
I’m bleeding
I’m suffocating
I’m cowering
I’m starved for death

I’m alone