Lighted Shell

Like the blind in there quiet, dark solitude, alone is the only way i have ever known. Just as the stumble to find there way in the ever knowing, engulfing darkness. I try to find a way to connect to another my empty shell to another another, try to find a way to seam myself to another person so they can never carve us apart. Gasping and turning in a million directions before the darkness takes me. Thoughts and ghastly notions penetrate my cold, ice coated organ. But before the light dims away, i take careful action to fortify my callouesd member. Like the cold howling wind with frost at its back, the forces try to pentrate me, but even the strongest feburary wind cannot fight its way through steel.