The Silent Season

The shadows on the wall, 
that creeps up from behind. 
Abandon sanity, (when) it penetrates your mind. 
Whispers in the night, 
that makes the heart beat fast. 
A breath upon your neck, 
will this minute be your last? 
Just vague memories of unfinished dreams,
in the end maybe nothing's what it seems?
A scent of snow in the air, 
the silent season is approaching. 
Covers everything under the shining sun, 
leaves this earth white and pure.