Sanitary White

A cloak of fear; a scene of sanitary white. Miserable corners closing in, lights blindingly bright. A steel carcass here or there, a concealed countenance everywhere. Shortened words, labored breaths; Clamorous lives, silent deaths. Worried eyes, countless lies... But also Hallelujahs in reprise. Confused expressions and brightened eyes; And though all things have a price, For now, an uncanny peace found in little cries. Definitive slumber or animation gained, Prize what sleeps and love that which awakes.