Do I Break or Do I Recombinate?

Soul is empty...
Mind is clean...
I feel the dark...
In everything.

Barely standing..
Barely blessing...
Shadows handing...
Dispossesion.

Someone's crying...
Men are dying...
Still I live...
Still denying.

What comes down...
Or when it's up...
No direction...
Is enough.

There is crimson,
There is black...
There are lashes...
On bloodied backs.

A noose is tied...
Draws are strung...
The splinter falls...
Where it once stung.

Do I close...
Or do I break...
How do I recombinate?