There are hollow pieces of carbon
With much more depth than skin deep
Where the memories seem to creep
In science, lies bone marrow
But this one human remains hollow
His blood no longer flows
The passive movement of his legs
Is only supported by the intake of kegs
His head is in a constant pound
But he does not even make a sound
His heart is frozen in time
Collapsed in the graves of yesterday
No words are needed to say
Because he knows the clock of his lives
Has severed his innocence & struck nine
The light that illuminated his surround
Drew him like a helpless little fly
Without the possibility to die
Infatuation on the 28th of December
Turns into a time that hurts to remember
Changed by the Earth's full cycle
Left limping by the skin of his teeth
Because she had no intentions beneath
The old tunes are daggers to his sane
To make due, grey matter was drained
The hollow boy in a shell
Stuck in a nightmare with his fears
As his memories burned and seared
Black hollow she left became his brain
And light she turned out became the perpetuating migraine
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
There are hollow pieces of carbon
With much more depth than skin deep
Where the memories seem to creep
In science, lies bone marrow
But this one human remains hollow
His blood no longer flows
The passive movement of his legs
Is only supported by the intake of kegs
His head is in a constant pound
But he does not even make a sound
His heart is frozen in time
Collapsed in the graves of yesterday
No words are needed to say
Because he knows the clock of his lives
Has severed his innocence & struck nine
The light that illuminated his surround
Drew him like a helpless little fly
Without the possibility to die
Infatuation on the 28th of December
Turns into a time that hurts to remember
Changed by the Earth's full cycle
Left limping by the skin of his teeth
Because she had no intentions beneath
The old tunes are daggers to his sane
To make due, grey matter was drained
The hollow boy in a shell
Stuck in a nightmare with his fears
As his memories burned and seared
Black hollow she left became his brain
And light she turned out became the perpetuating migraine
To the girl who haunts me in my dreams
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