LOOKING FOR MY CONSCIENCE

LOOKING FOR MY CONSCIENCE
You see,
I was raped,
devoured and abused,
and in the process,
I was stolen,
stolen,
far from me,
stolen from me,
removed away from myself,
made to betray myself,
I was stolen away,
to be returned a bastard.

Eledumare,
I raise my head to you,
looking for succour,
for inspiration,
I look up,
for where else will my help come from,
than from up?

But then,
am I lying,
for I do it so much these days,
I can't tell the diffrence,
because I dont want a solution,
I love the bastard given to me,
the clone living inside me,
I love living without a soul,
'cos that's what the world needs?
I'm in a city of lost consciences,
battered hearts,
and I'm loving it.

I'll rob and steal,
cause pain and break hearts,
and wont care anyway,
what differs me from a  machine,
I'm only an operating system,
without feeling,
without caring,
I'm looking for my conscience,
but I'm not sure I want to find it.