I blacked out
But he was still awake.

He was awake
While I was asleep.
The worse half of me
He uses emotions to do everything

I wouldn't have been able to tell
He was even awake
But he left me some stuff
Five new poems, five new cuts.

Blake's the nocturnal one
While I spend my day taking it all in
He spends the night letting it out
It being blood, negative emotions and tears.

But when he comes out during the day,
He's dangerous.
He's self-destructive.
And I can't really control him well.