White

The white room.
With the white walls.
Sitting on the white sheets.
While the man in the white coat walks in.
He snaps on his white gloves.
And clicks the heels of his white shoes.
But soon, the sheets are no longer white.
Nor are his shoes, coat, gloves, walls...room.
It's splattered red.
With my blood.
With her blood.
And now I miss the white.
Especially the whites of her eyes that I'll never see.