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



Renounce yourself