The Warmth of the Alive

i am all alone, the never-ending darkness surrounding me,
Ample thoughts and ample pressure, they abandon me,
I have been left alone, body to rot - and mind to wander,
The darkness, haunting so - like a lake of emptiness in my eyes,

The cold that comes with the darkness, stings my rotting fingers, biting my soul,
The frigid cold, numbing all the pain i feel - freezing my entity,
It all seems so endless - surrounding me - as if i cannot excape,
Then a live heart-beat, in the silence - it brings me to,

Blinking my frozen blind eyes, I look out to see - the alive,
The darkness still cowering over me, I see naught but frigid breath - of the alive,
There is hope - I can feel the warmth, the head - from a soul next to me,
This one - they touch me with their soft warm fingers,

Healing my wounds and all my suspicions, I am alive once again,
The touch in the darkness - has mended my frozen soul,
"Heal" a word vibrated through the dead,
And with this word - this single word, there was no cold, no dark,

My vision, the last to return - brought to me, a world so alive,
The ground so warm beneath my vibrant toes,
The sky so vivid above my sparkling hair,
For once, there is not a barrier: a smile, passes my lips,

Vibrant storms of warmth flow through my body: happiness - is what I feel.