när det varma övergår till det kalla
Warm bodies
agains the freezing metalblades
agains the freezing metalblades
funny feeling
how we slowly demolish
and the metal remain
warm blood pumping our veins
while the cold does not have anything
yet we ought to suffer
we are those who breathe
the breathless watch our every move
as we wither away
it's all a mix of burdens
uncomprehendingly,
we cringle around the cold watching eyes that don't exist
we cringle around the cold watching eyes that don't exist
hoping for support
as it slowly crush us, just using its fingertips
not a sound is heard
a whole enternity of nothingness
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