Split Enigma
Can you feel it?
Tighten your grip on me.
But why do you hold on?
Am I your safe haven,
or is this firm hold a death grip?
Why do I care?
Is it ill gotten pride
or a bit of insecurity?
The tainted glow
mixes with the
blinding lit black.
Embrace chaos,
you can delve into the reasons.
Age brings definition,
or a lack thereof.
Split enigma,
a mark of something far beyond the surface.
Another day,
another way for me to question our sanity.
Given choice,
shrouded answer, excuse me if I seem edgy.
This one goes out to what's right and wrong.
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