A lost soul in this desolate world. Constantly wandering around searching for a place to dwell. Darkness surrounding me stripping me of my sight, relying only on my other senses. Ignoring my heart as it pulls at me. Begging for me to follow. But my hands are gripping tight at the safety. Comfortably living in this box. Never knowing what is out there.

The smallest strip of light touches my exposes skin. Caressing it's virginity with the utmost respect. Pleading for more exposure, craving the warmth and comfort of this newfound glory. Only to be denied at the convincing mind if danger, preying and feeding on fear.
Locked away in the darkness.