Emerging

Burning man serve the machine the flesh is cheap a human tool to use bending words to fit your windowless world you claim the eyes of god its direction lost Your heaven is crumbling away born sacred...

Back in my mind It runs itsself The wires condensed Into structures Reshape My life I try To hide away From emptyness I fail To leave my memories behind Dragging them through Stretching sands of time...

Until the mirror breaks-then what is left? Was there something there before? who Was staring in the mirror? was the mirror There at all? The world engulfes the mind i loose track of What's going on i...

The first step my feet sink through a layer Of snow sharp ice-cold light through my Eyelids is there no one to hear my Thoughts? i can barely scream my mind Lost in the white out Silently rendering...

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...