the struggle that makes me be

the red the blue and the wickedness
everything growing into a mess
the ugly the angry and the wall
the calming beauty of whats nothing at all

so tired we are pure energy
so loud were silent and still
the loudness of this tiring battle
fueling the silence that consumes this hell

ever going is this war of power
ever losing will the weak be
changing sides is the way of the battle
what you are now you'll never again be

black is the light, wide is the darkness
a blackness so white, knowledge pure blindness
and blind i am to not knowing
as my knowledge grows
the blackening white my only guidance

knowing what i don't, blind to what i see
hearing all the silence, the struggle that makes me be