Harbingers of Hollow
Harbingers of Hollow
In my habitual haunting hysteria
I digress to an abandoned area
Voids of dimming dissolving glow
The hermetic harbingers of hollow
Landscapes of secluded shadow
In cathedrals of cacophony grow
A salient soul spiritually spiraled
Within perpetual rags apparelled
My ambient apocalypse of night
Demons joy to my severed sight
Within my chaotic baneful bliss
The kaleidoscope of love I miss
Lost within my secluded shadows
Sleepless in my cumbrous clothes
Living the life of non-existence
Into the path of least resistance.
First submitted Sept.07.2017
Richie Sambora When a blind man cries
June.12.2018
Hollow
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018
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