welcome to a world were death and life hold no rein over the earth, a world were satin and god cease to exist.

violins of despair sweep the room with thier slow melodic song.

sheer misery drips from the blackend bow as it saws relentlessly on the violin.

tears of the song collect beneath the violin and drip soundlessly to the floor with more of a bang then ever known.

as the room cries and mourns the instruments glistens in its misery and throbs aching colours of blood and pain.

๑۩۞۩๑۩۞۩๑۩۞۩ the unknown ۩۞۩๑۩۞۩๑۩۞۩๑