I Shall Also Take You

Where White Is Black And Black Is White, I Won.

He Was His Own Leftover, The Spat-out Scrag. He Was What His Brain Could Make Nothing Of.

In The Pit Of Red You Hid From The Bone-clinic Whiteness But The Jewel You Lost Was Blue.

With A Sudden Sharp Hot Stink Of Fox, It Enters The Dark Hole Of The Head. The Window Is Starless Still; The Clock Ticks, The Page Is Printed.

Applause Is The Beginning Of Abuse