I was looking for warmth
And found your cold hand
With icicles for fingernails
And I was met with the same passion
Of a limp fish
With no pulse
Dead as it were
Unable to register the entreaty from my hand

I was in a room full of faces
Trying to find light
I have had want
In darkness
For shine
Let your light shine in dark spaces
Even in darkness
It is your time to shine