Dear Sir or Madam
Sorry to disturb,
I heard you dealt with hollows
So,it goes as follows
My throat stings
Maybe it's because
Feels almost like strings
Take my hands so I cannot compose.
I have her always on my mind
But she cut all ties
I see her only when I close my eyes
Take them so I can be blind.
Just keep weeping on the floor
I don't want to live without her anymore.
Every day I wake up and cry
Take my heart so I can finally die.
No body to feed
Nobody else to meet.
Take my soul
It is yours, beloved Death.
