My soul is frozen
My eyes stare blank
Some god have chosen
our winter to be long grow strong
My booze, it all, unknown entity drank
The snow is drifting
Lifting spirits of little children
But not mine
I am entwined
with the season
for no other reason than pure mundane
Drained, but not insane
Piles of snow, don't dig
There is no message here
Nothing when the snow disappears
When it all is done with
Will there be something new?
When the sun will come with
skies of blue
No clue
Maybe kill me if I knew