Ego the enemy
Desire to make, to sate and come true
An ideal world, made in myself...
...The enemy
All that I don't want to know
a constant anodyne night
To be the one with bone in her teeth
and a veiled sigh
In losing myself I find ID & I
Detached, alone and wandering
Cold and vacant stare
How I forgot myself, to lose all sense of whole
That I never, never really had
Silence. No one heard his call. No one