I Think About Fate

I think about fate:

immeasurable strength

that drives me to the edge,

and takes away my breath

I am insignificance

of a giant wasted land -

emptiness of essence

in a twilight of regret.

When the lights go out

and the time will state:

“Long live insanity

that makes us all forget”,

I’ll wait for Her in darkness

as for my last resort:

for angel-like appearance

of the deceitful Thought:

“Forgive the one who is dreaming

And jumps into a divide,

And screams of disagreement

From someone trapped inside”.