Poetry fragment

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

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