White Limbo

The colors bled out, left me in the pale
A quiet room where every echo fails
I'm suspended in the static and the snow
Tracing footsteps with nowhere to go

I am lost in the white limbo
Where the hands of the clock freeze and slow
Loneliness pulled up a chair, became my closest friend
And disillusionment, is just a late resentment in the end

A late resentment
Fading in the white