Walther
Mitglied
It’s you
There is a sort of
Numb feeling deep down
A winter wind flooding my stomach & groin
Pushing out all warmth
A crow crushes on to
My head nesting itself
Into my thoughts like
A molden lumb of lead
Beware I hear mutter
Myself blinded by my blood
It isn’t the world that tumbles
Down it’s you
There is a sort of
Numb feeling deep down
A winter wind flooding my stomach & groin
Pushing out all warmth
A crow crushes on to
My head nesting itself
Into my thoughts like
A molden lumb of lead
Beware I hear mutter
Myself blinded by my blood
It isn’t the world that tumbles
Down it’s you
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