I keep on losing the keys
And now I'm passing on the wheel
Waiting for my time to come,
I am climbing hand over fist
Shine in the end My mistake
The air is terribly heavy here.
And I suffer burn after burn
In a pit of consciousness
So I feel there was someone else
Eyes are changing colors.
A stranger knocks on my mind.
Stillness stuns. Wish I'd run
Creeped away to the light.
What was once named consciousness
I'm a sketch forfeiting outlines.
Irrelevant entity to sanity,
Resonating, but never compromising.
Stillness stuns. Wish I'd run
Creeped away to the light.
WRITERS
EUGENE ABDIUKHANOV, ROMAN IBRAMKHALILOV, TATIANA SHMAILYUK, VLAD ULASEVYCVH