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Undernourished Ego

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nhavie

Published: Nov 12, 2010

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This soul of mine's been dying,
The ink that's just been running,
Running through my veins
Like a poison, like a poison that I need.

This mouth of mine's been lying,
This substance just so cunning
Writes my new life's story,
An undernourished ego I begin to feed.

Oh, but I'm bleeding, this heart bleeds
Oh, but I'm receding, this mind heeds
The fear that's feeding on my deepest needs;

This heart of mine's been crying,
Every emotion it's been shunning
As I try to break free of this
Self-seeking, this gluttonous greed.

These lungs of mine are sighing,
This fresh air so stark and stunning,
Alveoli taking on new roots
My words apt to plant this new seed.

Oh, but I'm bleeding, this heart bleeds
Oh, but I'm receding, this mind heeds
The fear that's feeding on my deepest needs;

[ And I seek her words,
I seek your light,
I seek his darkness
Here tonight.

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