The darkness in us, around us, IS our shattered symphony. The music of our lives, broken and discordant.
a momentary lapse of judgment, slipping from the razors edge.
into hot and abrasive arms, holding as if welcoming giving way to realization of discomfort; then struggle
escape only possible with bloods price
a momentary lapse, sending bloody ripples into uncertain future
a past sinking down to the depths below
Pelgris 