Ultimate Destruction

Hypothetical measurements of the future surround us as the minutes make us dizzy with their fancy moves..
My indulge to these relatively minuscule smattering emboldens the truth itself..
I am a pantheon for freedom, yet I am the slave of one ultimate source..
One might call it love, or affection.. or even fetish, if they are bold enough..
I call it the pure path of existence..
And as snow covers the path, I slowly diverge from what I need to follow..
I am lost, without that smile..
That smile is the only thing I am looking for..
Just like a home appliance that runs on specific voltage..
I want to say fuck that, let's break the rules..
I want to use an adapter..
But these ways are only useless hopes that gives us a nil..

I am one, that falls on the road by tripping on himself..
I created what I am, now I destroy..