It's me here against my pain.
My will, a fast draining battery.
The moment is a pause,
Pause in the run.
A draining moment,
So fulfilling!

My breath is paused, my body grows weak, my mind can't think, there is no thought.
This is no peace,
But it has its peace.
The moment is the longest tiny moment.
Furious with peace!

The movement of pause, the movement of amnesia, the movement of my body, the movement of something dead.
It's not easy,
But it has its ease.
The movement is the strongest growing weakness.
Empowering with ease.