Part of me
                                    Feels empty
A hollow shell
                                    Non-existent
The other part
                                    Bubbles with anxiety
A tightness
                                    I can't lose

They are not mixed together

But they are also not pushing each other away

They are just coexisting

Something that shouldn't happen

That couldn't happen

So why is it happening now

?

Cut your teeth
on gasoline,
white lies, small death
and saccharine.

Hollow chests,
empty smiles.
thoughts and hearts
will stop a while.

Cold hands,
cold hearts.
we're dangerous children
with poisonous darts.

i am frail
   and i am hollow
my veins are cracked
    and there is nothing left of me
but the faint winds of
    who i used to be
traveling through my bones
     asking where you've been

To be alone, mind-numbingly so
To be quiet, to be invisible
One pursues the other, as they both row
By and by, forever in this fable
Throughout, hollow pain they perpetuate
A shell, empty, alone is meaningless
Never comes the drive to retaliate
For the truth speaks only under duress
Timeless oppression seeks only its host
*******, ethereal chains binding all
Soulless, are enterprises pursued most
Building up an image merely to fall
To be the only one, to walk alone
To live as that life, ideally shown

I am hollow and empty, with only good intentions.
Surrounded by the darkness of pain I won't mention.
With no will to go on, my sadness flares
I sit alone and withdrawn from those who once cared.
I stumble blindly through life with no one to guide me

They dance like the little ***** they are.
One man's pain is another man's pleasure.
Gratification is met when my **** meets your tight grip,
but has this gone too far or should I hold it in?
It lingers, it holds, it chokes my very chest.
There is no beat, but the pounding still persists.
Gravitate, levitate, initiate desire.
I have no such fire,
but the blue flame guides my heat.
They go hand in hand.
*** and pain, invigorating yet nullifying.
This numb soul holds onto too many shadows,
and this ecstasy can only be held for so long...

There were days that I cried,
Because of all the pain,
Till it came to a point,
That I got tired of feeling,
That I got tired of pain.

So I hardened my heart,
Every day, I hardened my heart.
So much that it turned into stone,
Then it turned into steel,
Till it completely rusted, falling apart.

i might have become
         h o l l o w
         as the bottles i drank
                       numb
             as my cold fingers
      e m p t y
        as the inbox on my phone
         disoriented
  as how this poem is typewritten

how much more naiveté
do i have to go through
in order to realize
because i know im hurting
yet i dont know how to explain the pain