shiver

[psylon]

the cold night sweeps in, like a pack of wolves;
steals breath, strips raw, empty...
the spark, all that remains.
something I so desperately want, but can never have,
something I have, but can never surrender.

a night, where all things converge.

Comments

[stevevh]

dude, that's beautiful. Did you write it?

[psylon]

I did, thanks.