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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