Hug me tighter so I don't fall apart

Would you ask me to take you back?

The seconds, hours
The world in a shroud.
There's no where to run
All one does is cower.

The days go by
Dead men deny
An elaborate lie,
Till the day that they die.

Hope trickles away
Just as blood,
From each corpse that lay
Red runs wild
Wild like the fires at night.

There is no solitude here,
Once, free men, now fear
When their world is run
Under The Barrel of The **Gun.

Don't worry
about those who
talk about you
behind your back


they're behind you
for a
reason

It holds only death
It kills.
It sends out harm but takes nothing back.
The blade is like a bridge
A crossing point
The blade binds the wielder to victim
It binds life to death.
But what will happen when I'm both the wielder and the victim?

7 billion people
14 billion faces.
So true