White is a blank slate

Stretching for miles

Totally squicky clean.

White is femme fatale

Attracts you

With it's shocking blindness

Blinding your sight

Before flashing away

As fast as it came

After draining all you colors.

White is a big fluffy cloud

A feathery pillow

Chucked in your direction.

White is what

Flashes before you vision

During your near death.

White is a new beginning

Innocent and naïve

White is nice

So hot it's cold

A spontaneous electric shock.

White is supposed

To be nothing at all

But only it knows

What it plans to do

Beneath it's blank cloth.