The dead lake

I guess i´ll enjoy the cold to write
It is for those who believe that the weather change our thoughts:

I feel the cold and it shivers my spinal
Although i think its just the weather coming colder
I think,sometimes, that is more than that.
Is the reflect of something that must be felt
Looks like a cold winter, one of those that could,usually, makes me go straight to my warm blanket
and lies there for hours....
....But not today
Today,although they say, it´s not a special day
It´s a singular day
One of those you wait,patiently, that might never happen again
Sometimes
I let the cold freeze my blood
So that way i can face a painful truth
And,there for, let it frozen my heart
That way i cant feel
That way it is sleeping
While i face what i dont want to face
So...
It´s like a dead lake
A place where it used to be full of life and glory
But not it is taken,
By the winter
And all the fishes are dead or gone far far away
Guess they were feelings...
And now, there is just ice
Frozen, Freezing,Cuting my heart in many hard pieces
And stoping me from thinking or feeling
the thinkable
and the unthinkable
Guess i´ll lay down
and forget that i wrote
about those stupid things
called: from the bottom of my heart.