Deep-pression The Critical State Of Loneliness
Part I - The Watcher from the shore
I have opened my veins
Just the same. . .
As the next forest path opens...
Blood flows to the swamp
Like thoughts
Which will kill me
Definitely!
Every day when I die
Every moment when I hate
A second which draws another wrinkle on my face
...exhaustion...
repulsion...
I have opened my veins...
like an ocean opens it's vast dimensions
Before the eyes of the watcher on the shore
Part II - At the bottom of the murky waters
I have found...
At last...
Deep in the green waters...
At the bottom...
(too deep)
I will never swim out again!
I've become a treasure
Of these dark murky waters...
quieter...
and quieter...
deep...
last sigh
traces of breath on the surface...
(this is the end)
Part III - Watching a Room
Im watching my...
Room in the dark
All slowed down
The pressure of blood
Is low
Cold, me...
Watching in the dark
A room...
Full of day-mares
Everything has a pulse...
and dead rhythm goes on
Old ghost
From the past
Old scars...
Tangled with unknown
Vast horizons
Where pain drifts in cold air
Part IV - I am buried
Open the lid's
There beneath the planks
Is your face
Terrified by the whole life
Which parts
You managed to avoid
Open the lid's
This is the time of the last corpse presentation
Amuse your dead eyes
With the last light...
...tears... and flowers...
Now, only the earth
Giggles
Awful giggles... haunted!
The sound calms down
And the grief around also seems to be weakened
I am in soil...
Each one passes away...
Tears sink into coats...
In the ground...
I am...
