You look at the world through empty orbs,
ignoring the beauty that swells within.
Your lips work like anesthesia,
numbing your words till they have no meaning.
Sometimes I have to wonder, who you really are.
If I’d knock on you, and hear an echo,
sound bouncing off skin walls.
I want to reach down your throat and strike a match.
Ignite a fire in your gray soul.
Fill you up with fiery flickering hues.
A passion that forces you into motion.
Awakening your mind, realizing your truth.
A yearning for life beyond just living.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
You look at the world through empty orbs,
ignoring the beauty that swells within.
Your lips work like anesthesia,
numbing your words till they have no meaning.
Sometimes I have to wonder, who you really are.
If I’d knock on you, and hear an echo,
sound bouncing off skin walls.
I want to reach down your throat and strike a match.
Ignite a fire in your gray soul.
Fill you up with fiery flickering hues.
A passion that forces you into motion.
Awakening your mind, realizing your truth.
A yearning for life beyond just living.
I actually got inspired to write this by one of those online Title Generators. You know, the ones that you click a button and it gives you a few random titles for poems or stories? I got 'Hollow Comrade' and it inspired me to write this. Of course I took 'Comrade' out of the title because it no longer fit really. Hope you enjoy!
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