Warmth In The Dark

The darkness was there to hold me when I felt deserted in the shadows of the sunken thundering night.

It pulled me in its cold embrace, but it was a source of warmth for an extraordinarily twisted reason.

I could feel the mind’s gears working, trying to make proper contact with my nerves to somehow activate survival instinct.

Though contrastingly this was the one, necessary evil keeping me from becoming part with the strong gales that blew furiously, along with the clapping of clouds as they illuminated the sky with light.