Darkness of the shell

Dark raiment, visited by
more than the November,
energy it gets shut down.
The solitude of isolation,
has turned off the brain
a light bulb,
I go into hibernation,
and the rest to sleep.
Alone is a good time to be,
all alone to rest in the enjoyment.

Dark diaper below,
I go to rest,
dormancy while I woke up.
In the middle of longing
and melancholy.
Have already December,
that light from the heat
the heart of the people.
I want to wake up to 
Christmas for a moment,
live to the fullest,
or strangling darkness.