What Is This That I've Become
Nothing More Than A Dog
I Wander Through This Life
Swallowed Within The Fog
No Innocence Is There
No Sign Of Purity
Nothing Of What I Was
Truly Meant To Be
This Life Is Empty
With Nothing To Share
So Very Empty
With No One Who Cares
Lay On My Back And Spread My Legs
The Ego Must Be Fed
What Life Is This That I Must Lead
I Wish That I Were Dead
Was Hoping This Would Lead
To So Much More
But Now I've Passed On To
Another Closed Door
I Wander On Once Again
And Search For What I Need
I Wander On In Search Of
One More Ego To Feed
By: Blaq
March 2005
