Hollow

[thewhiterecluse]

You want what you can never obtain. It always itches and burns with pain. You peel away your scabs only to bleed. Your mutilation helps you feel relieved.

The blood oozing is a gain from losing. Your skin is bruising from those who are accusing. We take what we are given because all servings are blessed. We nail ourselves to have peace in rest. Why live a life that only feeds the blind? Why live a life if it’s only in rewind? Their gods and their saints are the ones with taints. Redemption to them is not to be mention. All pasts are forgotten in time. What ever wrongs done were never a crime. The blood on their hands stains the truth. They believe all will always be forgiven in a confession booth.

They live the life of those who are hollow. Their regrets and memories are theirs to swallow. The wound has become infected with the gangreen of poverty. Slowly eating away in a melancholic rhapsody.

The Titanic is how they sail in panic. The mindless manic is calm and frantic. Why listen to the ode of joy? Why scream when you know there’s no convoy? They are all lost at sea waiting to be saved. They are all hopelessly drowning and slaved. You want to scream but nobody will hear. You want to cry but there is no single tear. Living for the moment only to see another pass. This endless cycle is impossible to grasp. Like maggots feeding on the corpse of the lies. They all grow up only to get lost in the skies.

They live the life of those who are hollow. Their regrets and memories are theirs to swallow. The wound has become infected with the gangreen of poverty. Slowly eating away in a melancholic rhapsody.

They fuck to feel and hope to seal. The deed will deal only to those who appeal. An endless churning of a dispute. They eat the cheese thinking they will contribute. They promise of a better time ahead. They speak of these predictions as if they were already said. They set in stone a constipation of society. They are all full of shit in reality. Why flush out something that will never come out? Why push for something that will only doubt? All this stress is all they obtain. The tides have turned angry and won’t retain.

They live the life of those who are hollow. Their regrets and memories are theirs to swallow. The wound has become infected with the gangreen of poverty. Slowly eating away in a melancholic rhapsody.

Keep us calm for we hold out a palm. We hope that their christ will come without a heist. The wars they wage serve no sage. Their profits are lost their expense is cost. The black blood bubbles with sud. They bathe in the sacrifice of the slave. Average people to them are only feeble. Wasted lives from mindless hives. Those who have given will live again. The earth grows from the blood of men. Those who have given will live again. The skies flow with the souls of men. Those who have given will live again. The oceans clash from the fury of men. Those who have given will live again. The lava burns from the courage of men. Hollow is and hollow be. Why can’t they notice why can’t they see. Hollow is and hollow be. Why can’t they realize and let us be.