Venita Schindler Poet Epic

The Grounds of Hollow

I fallen down beneath 
The grounds of hollow

Whispers echo voices 
Roman choices 

I scream as I rise up 
By your cold gray dead stone 
Flowers dying 

People crying 
My heart unfeeling 
Why am I so cold inside 

I'm only trying to feel alive 
My feet moving forward 
While my mind pulls me back

Slippin in a crack in the ground 

I fallen back beneath of the grounds of which 
I  am found 

I pick myself up and look around and all that can be found 

Is dirt upon the ground 
Humpal  beneath the surface again 

With scars upon my skin 
The cuts are so deep but it only makes me dance deeper
Beneath the surface 

I'm walking in my sins
Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if I would just wake up if I would just wake up

Sometimes it just never crosses my mind guess I'm so hollow empty  there's no room for feelings 


I'm my own disaster beneath the   grounds of no happy Ever After . 

If my tears was to flow 
It will be my evil blood 
I let go running like the 

River and floods of 
Tomorrow 
The disaster for your eyes peeled off the ground floor 

Toss through and open door 
I'm so unfeeling 
I scream for more .

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