Light of the Cold

How do I show myself in the light? It rips and tears at the cracks that burrow in my soul. It feeds on the faults that hide as weakness. It hides and haunts the hands that reach for reason. It sprawls through the darkness and caresses the lost that lie in despair.

Let us lie without light. Let us see darkness as a blanket that comforts us from the light of life that cages the soul. Let light peek into the life that curls on the ground of cold, and let it question reason. Let light be lost with the dark and dance with the cold.