Evil Shrink 5

White is the room, and dark the man
Who therein sits. He keeps no track
Of time or year—each year
The same—each day
The same.

White is the room, and darkness therein lies,
Wolf in wool, black in white,
A teacup washed outside and not within.
He lies in wait.

White is the room, and lost are those within.
I came for love; I found despair,
For there was evil there,
In that white room.

White is the room, and there I lie
To mumble, babble, prattle
Of my mother, father, brother,
And the agents—all the agents.

White is