These times...

[Fkeu'itan]

In the moment...

You can't feel yourself,
You're numb,
And you feel hollow.

When you look in the mirror,
And you don't...
Recognise your own eyes.

When you can't hear,
Over the deafening noise,
That static, life creates to drown your loss.

When your body takes no more,
No more nourishment,
No more thought.

Your mind gives in,
While your soul...
Won't let out.

And all the time, you're stuggling
And you're fighting, evreything...
That it's telling you.

Fighting to the inch,
With every concievable,
Stretch and pull you can force.

Scraping and scratching,
At the walls of the hole,
That you're hopelessly encircled by.

Shouting to a person,
'Till rasping voiced...
Even though they don't exist.

Grasping at lines, imaginary...
Anything at all...
To pull yourself out.

All for a measure of mercy.





"What are we going to do?"
("что делать будем?")





"Enjoy the moment."
("наслаждаца моментом")