The Battle of Id

To live cowardly is to live in redundant,
Traces not left,
Presence unfelt,
Transparent in history,
Soul is non-existant

Fear weaves a web of lies,
Imprisoning the Id,
Wailing to be released,
As Super-ego lives in domination,
Ego gradually became suicidal,
Switched into self-destruct mode..

As Ego withers away,
Sight became polluted,
Colours became monochrome,
How barren are the surroundings,
Only a sting is felt…