till the very end, we seek. comfort,,
White.
Like a fire it flares,
Consuming, Swallowing.
The line jumps,
an attempt to avoid,
the scorching heat.
The alarms go off,
beating erratically.
Beep;
a warning,
Beep.
The dark returns,
sweet saviour,
dousing the fires,
healing all wounds.
Silence,
the black is welcomed.
Somewhere outside,
the flat green mourns.
Very metaphorical 
See if you can understand it.
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I DID!!! and you said its correct…:)..yaya..soooooooooooooo wheres my prize for making my brain whir??:D