Hollow eyes and hollow thoughts.
Death's icy grip of ruin and rot.
Emotions suspended until thy life is ended.
O hollow soul with your bloody goals.
Hollow smiles and hollow dreams.
Shattered pasts and broken gasps.
Joy forgotten and memory besotten.
O hollow mask doing thy task.
Hollow world and hollow lives.
Whispers of pain upon the skin inscribed.
Empty promises and corrupt lawlessness.
O hollow world and your empty shells.
Can any of you hear the hope of ringing bells?
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
