Oh ! the empty hole
That palpitates through my soul
Where nothing consumes all
And silence is deafening
The cold sun rises
Hollow
Upon my pale ways
My empty eyes gaze
into a space
Where I cannot be
My mouth tastes the chains
Of Freedom bitter in grit and rust
And my nostrils swell with
The stench of the situation
And the silence is deafening
As all the while a cold sun
Rises pale upon my hollow days
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Oh ! the empty hole
That palpitates through my soul
Where nothing consumes all
And silence is deafening
The cold sun rises
Hollow
Upon my pale ways
My empty eyes gaze
into a space
Where I cannot be
My mouth tastes the chains
Of Freedom bitter in grit and rust
And my nostrils swell with
The stench of the situation
And the silence is deafening
As all the while a cold sun
Rises pale upon my hollow days
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