Your demons

In the cold of the winter, on the crystals of freezing, the trace of your steps behind you, you from will go away. To go in the cold, in the middle of the incipient night, to mix your demons among the shades.  In the cold of the winter, you will be alone.  In the middle of the cold trees, drowned in the black, the darkness of the forest will equip you. More to show you, not to face your incapacities more, in this retirement you will escape. In the cold of the winter, it will remain if little you. Your demons hidden in the roots of your reason. Never will give up you. In the cold of the winter, the silence of the ground, you will not be able to escape to them. Your body will suffer to understand it. To have badly to exist. To worry to breathe. To fight not to choke. Until where will you have to go? At the end of the cold of the winter, it will remain of you only the trace of your steps. To retrogress for all to change. To lay down You, expect the return of the summer. On the crystals of freezing you will have to decide to you. You will not be able to escape from it. Coiled in you, your demons will laugh again at these indecisions. In the cold of the winter, on the crystals of freezing, you will not be able to eliminate them. In the cold of the winter, the silence of the ground, you will only learn how to overcome them.