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Anthem of a Hollow Man
I, the empty man, The hollow man, Exist here in the shadows Of twilight. My senses dead, Burned out of me along with The tattered, wasted rags That were the only remnant Of my tortured soul. Like hellfire, the flames Roared through my Self, Consuming all there was and Leaving naught but the acrid Stench of a being destroyed. My eyes now stare out from an Empty shell that once held so Much life and promise. A vessel that once was filled with Hopes and dreams of happiness. Those are all gone now, replaced With a fathomless nothingness. Black is the void that dwells within Now. It swallows all light and laughter And echoes back a harsh mockery of Life. Still the fires smolder, eating away At the foundation, the supports, moving Itself toward total collapse. When it does, I will become the nothingness that I Contain. Swallowed by the void, with Nothing left but my anguished screams, Echoing into oblivion.
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