Inside, all the hurt and pain.
Makes me feel empty.
Just so hollow inside.
Dead eyes hiding behind
the semblance of life.
A mask to hide a hollow face.
I search for meaning,
but there isn't any.
It is hollow.
Just like me everything is hollow.
The empty deadness inside.
Deconstructs me.
I am hollow, with dead eyes
set in my dead face.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Hollow #1
Posted by Master of Puppets at 1:56 PM
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1 comments:
Shake it up a bit...Start getting psychadelic...I need variety.
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