Ego

A word that will never be filled with it self.

A simple word with no letters, without the need of desire. And the screams...

They've just started pointing out the trues.. What else do we have to catch

up the hill which is beyond us..Touching hands without fingers, with the hope of failing..again..Fallowing the road, and becoming addicted to nothing.That road

will always take us to the same place, where we started all over, and over again...

There are differences now.. Our desires doesn't belong to this world anymore.. This emotion

was born with us, with our soul attached to it. Now we get

angry to curiosity after if it begins. Now its harder.. Coz curiosity starts to devour our soul and letting us to wonder what survived after this war..

Sly that writes its own sins...