Obsidian

Relying on my fate is denying to choose Believing in my fate a weaklings way out To make the wrong choice a game of agony I can't win afraid not having it all Or all one can have or all one can have...

A collection of somatic vapors bound by a Psychic shell swirling in a universe in the Space between my ears sliding towards the Spot of light emitted by my hope I taste the acid drops upon my tongue...

A world as a reflection on a molten kobalt Screen i see green and grey polluted by a Transparrant flow synthetical forgotten i Think they still assume that some great Mother will take care of it all...