cold is the night it constantly had been
since i knew not when
darkness seems to grow even more
as time ticked be.
alone as i ever could be,
afraid that even air can cut my breath.
the stillness, haunting.
helplessness drowning me.
and as i cry for help,
i looked up there lay haphazardly
the answer to my plee.
i reached with my trembling hands
the thing that can give me all the satisfaction.
i held it close in desperation,
its cold embrace geve me a shudder
that coursed through my body up and down under.
i held out my arm welcoming it,
felt all warmth fade
engulfed by its sensation.
shuddering as the whispering air cut through my flesh,
and as my redemption kissed my heart
i held my breath,
anxiously waiting fir its caress...
alix | 6:07:00 PM
