Blake Everett

Is black a colour?

Blake, cursed, the darkness of light/ the game, fate, emersed in the harshness of life/ ive mastered the night,noctornal ,the dead/ most men mask there insight, to reserved with wats said/ see in black there is hope/ in the dark lies the pure /from black we have rose /n embarked on the tour /blake, my names melts into most like its mould/ a kanserous plaque that engulf the good souls / with out nothingness, dark matter, colours look dull/ an the light that gives life ,vanishs under darkness enfolds/ in a world thats so twisted, n lost in illusion/ slaves to the system ,an the cost of confusion/ to me blake means ancient ,the first n the last /the darkness gives light, an preserves all the past/ perhaps im eternal, im the only remains/ blackness ,the truth of the lonely less plain/ OWning my name is the burden thats banked/for darkness defines wat is certain its blank/black is the colour that creation came from/ like water it calms no limitations can bond/