The Disembodiment Of Being [Stvari koje ne mogu da razumem]

How do I regret?

Is it just fine to repent?

Time.
The sickly indution of pressure into the root of the mind itself.
The variable that future is dependant to.

So long ago,
so brave and bold.
By today's dusk,
so lost and devoured.

The illnes of a lifetime,
the true curse of a soul's perdition,
the one that lies deep inside me.

I feel now helpless,
misunderstood, away and hopeless.
I look forth the sensations to fade,
for memories to say farewell.

Waiting for everything to end.....