IDENTITY! That coward things
Holed up in a wall afraid to come out
To experience the brilliance of night and the dancing of the ladies
Forever still; a Casanova or needs-more pill.
Identity echoes along the hallways of my head
and I can never find the source, no matter the speed I travel
Though I know the source, and it is that next to darkness.

Terribly alone, that thing idenitity
Once I knocked on its door, no answer
But I could feel it in my bones that
Identity wanted no company but itself.