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