Empty [Марионеткой, тратя кислорода]

...Mixed sensations [Are they feelings?]...
The steps under my feet are silent.
My breathing is almost invisible.
My eyes become black, and my skin pale.

I do not eat anymore.
Nor do I drink, I can only sleep.
During daylight I am a machine, just a mere servant.
At nightfall, I disappear, going nowhere but my memories.


All I wish is this to end so soon, I do not want me just to be a puppet anymore...