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.