Losing sight of an identity, I used to be a person, I used to believe. I’ve erased every last fingerprint. And now I am nothing. Sometimes that figure returns, but a shadow in a dark room. Every time I feel it there I turn to witness a void. We tend to forget where we have come from. Numb from the weather, lying cold in the sun. Sometimes I wonder who we were supposed to be. My answer yet to be found but I will stop at nothing. I will find you, that which I have lost. I will find myself, and never let go. Though I have wasted, I will remember you always. Taken for granted. Paradise stolen away. Raped of sanity Angry at the world. Wronged by none but myself. I will pick up the pieces. I’ll never let go.