The Reaper's Sexy Grunts

Some say life is a dance.  I've always seen it as one.  Figures twirling round each other- electrons around atoms, boys around girls.  When I was young, I would twirl endlessly in my swing, until I was drunk off the sensation.  Then I'd stumble off my feet and collapse on the ground.  Watching as the world spun around me.

But I'd never seen the orchestra hidden in the pit.  The music we ignored, that lets life go on as it must.  I didn't know how painstaking each tune was, touched by a thousand hands.  Damien's closed down, open only for business after volunteers returned from graveyard shifts.  I could only tell who was inhuman by the bruises under their eyes.  It was comforting to know we were so watched over- I'd never imagined before, thinking the world a mostly unfeeling place.  We were born into it, and did with it what we could.  I never thought there were safety nets woven in, of individuals willing to lay th