At The Bridge

The insidious steel that I once believed grazed my skin actually stabbed me

Creating callouses all around me

I felt my own hideous sins grappling onto me 

Its vines captivating my psyche

Again, ruminating on about last summer

When I once got callouses from playing the violin

As its swiftness carried me away

Unknwoingly destroying my innosence and unblemished finger tips 

As I drowned at the bridge.