Pure White




Almost the feeling of

The very first of firsts-

It is a toxic ecstasy

But it is not of the name.

It is your day of birth and

Well done- it is the day

Of your biggest


Except it is not,

But that isn’t what matters right now. 

You are changed, many happy returns,

Except no return from the well lit

Path you have just stumbled upon. 

Pure. White. Innocence is white.

You are beautiful in white.

Beautifully dressed

In fait. Skin blue. Eyes black.

You are beautiful. You are deadly alive.

Fly- Into the white

Follow the carefully placed line

Drawn just for you

For the first time

You are given direction to walk

With hands not empty.

The End

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