Thomas Antonic

FLICKERING CAVE PAINTINGS OF NOXIOUS NIGHTBIRDS

::Deutsch::              ::Makedonski::

I

Terror is closing in.
The only thing we can do is to continue.
I just need to find a way into your head.

II

The world has changed.

Night is creeping in. After the last swelling, everything turns into
black. You can’t do anything to avert it. You just sit there, observant,
silent. Suddenly, everything seems pointless and vacant. That’s what
they call a “life sentence”.

You feel death knocking on your door
and can’t move.
But you don’t die.
It’s not that easy.

Kasvoton kuolema.
Faceless Death.

No, death is not the end, and this is not a promise.
It’s sad, but true. Don’t you feel it too, now that we’ve created this
beautiful scene, with good music, good times?

This is not our world.

 

Translated by:: the author:: Editing:: Mark Kanak

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