The internal darkness will always exist, just as the internal light.

We are all guilty of another’s wounds.

Guns in every mind, bullet holes in every chest, every back.

Life is drown by blood as blood is drown by tears and tears run down the faces of every color.

And the color holds power, history and importance.

But the color has chained us to disconnected unifications.

Blood pulsing through veins just beneath skin, the sound of breathing, lungs full of air.

Mouths screaming, singing the songs our mothers and fathers sang.

Bones breaking, hands shaking, feet pressed against the earth.

Teeth grinding, lips cracking, tongues making noise.

Eyes, bloodshot and swollen seeing just as they always have.

Cuts, scrapes, burns, scabs, bruises, scars.

Dirt under nails and tangled hair.

Spines crooked, twisting and bending, peeking out.

Bodies collide and hit and hide, and touch manipulated by emotion, hurts and heals.

The universal essence of human existence.

Autonomous unity, ignored.

The instinctive fear of being alone haunts the hearts of all.

Once swallowed by that fear, the primitivity takes over.

Aggression.

The desire to be heard.

The ache for control.

Division of loyalty.

Division of justice.

Division of respect.

Division of matter.

Matter.

An occupant of space.

A necessity for the creation of value, and of purpose.

Living matter holds all value, and all purpose.