I made everything white so I could
see the blue flames sparkle in
a tender glory,
Amongst the purity of disease.
I made everything into gold to buy
and sell as I pleased, to poison
my tastebuds with the sound of metal.
I took the time to realise how
it all malfunctioned and
began to dismantle my twisted
pride and self vigour.
I made everything lonely so as to
multiply my populations of spawning
malice and benevolence.
I became an Icon for my own privacy,
the violation that persues me and
awakens the stark beauty within me.