Black endless pits of nothing,
my imagination of monsters creeping through the darkness,
fear getting stronger as it gets closer,
the monsters breath sliding through my mouth,
my hair stands up like a porcupine ready to attack,
the darkness is no place to visit by yourself .
Bare trees slouching under the white snow,
the silence of all animals sleeping,
chimney smoke from the nearby homes,
cold melting snow rolling down my throat,
freezing air creeping through my jacket,
winter is a silence to all.