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  Jun 2014 Hollow
Unknown
Sight has been stolen
We're robbed of our sounds
your pride has been swollen
We're lobbed out of bounds

Minds are abysmal
Burned in the flame
Of all that is dismal
Weakened or lame

Expecting a truth
But receiving a lie
Feeling so used
In dark ropes we're tied

Bound by a pact
Long ago we had made
Drowned in an act
That our families forbade

But once it was done
There was no turning back
A bright shining "sun"
Was the strength in my back

Feeling betrayed
Our life so delayed
Working unpaid
Happiness fades

Always we gave
Something away
Grace was not saved
Robbed of our grave
  Jun 2014 Hollow
Unknown
Here he hoped
Only to illustrate
The bone chilling
Silence
With his detached, deflated
Account of life

Fingers and nails
Bloodied from
His public outcry
So fierce
But reform never
Followed

The clamor that rang
In his hears
Was in response
To the chemical covered
Words spoken to him

He is propelled to act
For attention
To curb his sickening
Self inflicted abuse

And his affliction
Leaves sores that
Could put him out
Of life in this world

Fingers eaten by anxiety
One by one
Because the knives no longer
Relieve him

Criss-crossed with cuts
Knuckles swollen
And these days
You can scarcely find
A smile anymore

His eyes
Turn away the most
Powerful men
Like he has
A special disease

His arms
With their maze of cuts
Have a time limit
Before they paint
The path before him
In acid

Each wound represents
A chance for a new
Beginning
Or an end

He just gave in
And forgot himself
Lost himself
Down in the damp, foggy
Recesses of his mind
And lifted the dead
Happiness
And threw it out

He the "Architect of pain"
Built within his mind
The killing room
Hollow Jun 2014
Needles sting
And pupils dilate
Cold alley ways in Seattle
Always set the perfect stage
For a trip to heaven
On a sheet of glass

Sirens wail in the distance
But to me, they are soothing
And my hands are blistering
And my knees
Well, they tucked in a while ago

This habit will break
This glass will crack and burn
Dissipate to emptiness
Wash out of my veins and my Wrists
My poor wrists

A door always opens
But my feet are melting
Molding into the ground I sit
Stuck in one place
Eternal
Addictive
Torture

I imagine that people say my name
They say, oh poor Hollow
Pretty and smart
She'll come around
She'll come around

But out here
In these black veins
And tainted blood streets
Hope is a dream
And dreaming is unwise

And who sleeps anyway
You can't sleep on glass
No, it pokes and stabs
And you ache and cry

It will take you
Break you
Crumble you
Shards of dust

You will shatter
And you will be
Nothing more than nothing
Just a broken soul
  Jun 2014 Hollow
Amaranthine
Emptiness is a relative being
It sits within each
A ******* child born of perception
And floats around somewhere in mocking silence
Between void and avoid

Emptiness cannot be labeled
You can not put a name
On cannibalized shells
But place a light on the inside
And give darkness life
And emptiness can no longer scream
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