Wrath of God.
State of Nightmare.

Tell me the meaning of their collision.

Hand of wonderous Fate.
The Gentle touch of a Monster.

Tell me why they both want me?

I am neither drawn to both, so I can see:

Black with my left eye, and the good with right.

Draw me not, to either one. I know only that void, null, and that is my power.

Tell me what love is?
You can make me feel it, but not forever.
I’ll just defy it, make it angry, and make it, yes…
Weaker than I.

My left turns brighter, my right turns darker.
Constantly changing. Sometimes to fast, but it’ll grow on me.
Now I see this, What don’t I see?