Winter Coma

A nothingness of the night
Cold and unforgiving
Fills the air
Ruins the calm winter

Gray days after black nights
Never does it wake you up
A mindless season
Draining every part of you

Winds confusing the soul
Eyes closed
Moments going by
In great speed

Holy hours
Before the morning comes
When the normal sleep
The storm grows wild

Like the drunk and like the mad
Like the wise that never had

As the morning light
Forgotten before it's over

So we live
As if we were in utero
Warm in our homes
Brain not yet activated