To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face. Inhale the icy air as you drift; feel it tenderly beseeching, into the depths of your silent soul, its icy tendrils reaching. Searching for that fragile life held within your tortured self, a flickering flame growing soft and dim upon an old and dusty shelf. And the life that you once knew, says farewell and goodbye. That cold harsh reality; questions fading with your eyes. How can you just let go of those you've loved throughout your life; that you've nurtured and nursed through life’s troubles and strife. Just watch them slip, like silken sand, free of your frantic fingers until naught but a wisp of memory, is sadly all that lingers. * Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2009 Revised by Darren Scanlon, 7th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.