Black and Red

Death has been no stranger, it has haunted me for so long. There was a time I longed for it to take me, even begged but life had a stronger grip. A grip that seems to not wish to let go. Those who I have known have not been so lucky and many have gone. Their deaths haunt me, make me question, do we have the right to make a choice that makes others suffer so we can find what we believe to be peace?