a study of white and black

ight is the moon
dark is the night
resistance is futile
it hurts more to fight
light is my complex
dark is my brow
i've tried to be positive
look at me now
light is the blade
dark is the handle
metal glints eager
by flame of a candle
light is my head
dark is my blood
ashes to ashes
man came from mud
light is ahead
dark is the tunnel
gyrate and spin
we're tin beads in a funnel