I know that somehow winter is waiting for me.
I'm his muse and he's my allure.
In his icy hands I want to plunge down,
his air will harden my heart and lungs,
he will hold me until I can't move.
I know that somehow winter is asking for me.
He'll come before the year ends,
he's there, outside, he's my seducer,
I can not be helped because
I know that somehow winter is taking me.
by R. Torres