White is the colour of snow, do not make it melt,
Do not make it question why it has ever felt;
Do not lay it to sleep, convinced to stop believing,
Exhausted, cold, empty and full of grieving.

I can't spend my nights trying to self-soothe,
There is a reason why ruth rhymes with truth.
If your mouth has to be stained, stain it whole;
Nothing's worse than a devil with an angel's role.

I do not care about morality, just give me peace.
It is almost midnight and my hair...