No soul,
nor the heart inside.
nothing inside my skin I feel
when the cold like flooding spines
steal all my attention.

Frozen brain cease to work
life come hardest then I feel.
thoughtless.
emotionless.
empty inside.
just the skin slowly turning grey.
when the cold like flooding spines
steal all my attention.

Sun reappears then,
peeping from the farthest point
on the horizon,
pour me up with the heat,
my mind with the light,
Like a divine power
to curb the prevailing wickedness
form such a cold-eyed winter night.
when the cold like flooding spines
steal all my attention.