I'm a hollow soul with a needle, no matter if it's herion ice or crack...I don't have a little monkey, I have king Kong hangin on my back... Where's my wife and kids these days, what happened to my job...I haven't brushed my teeth or showered in a week, when did I become a slob....I'm a hollow soul with a needle, my own family will I lie to cheat and steal.... Cause all I care about is getting high, just to change the way I feel...So off to the methadone clinic again, can't shoot herion anymore... cause I can't find anymore veins to hit, and my arms are getting sore...I'm a hollow soul with a needle as I lay here feeling so sick... with restless legs and upset stomach, just craving that hollow little prick...Man that's messed up about Brandon and Randy, both of them dying this year....If I didn't catch hepatitis c shooting up, ide probably drink a little beer....So a hollow soul with a needle kids, is this what you really want to be.... Cause it will take your lives to the darkest hell you're eyes will ever see....
The Hollow Toll of Hell
Old witch plucked out every hair
To weave her wicked snares.
But a deal demands a spirit pure,
And hers was beyond repair.
She traded a thumb, she traded an eye,
Yet still she paraded on
Seeking the key for the gate, the hidden escape,
Before the rise of dawn.
With nothing left of flesh or bone,
No gold left to toll,
She reached the brink and paid the price:
The sale of her hollow soul.
An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.
Click, Clap, Ego Inflation
They sit behind the veil of screen
thinking cheating is a site unseen
each clap a cheer that was never earned
everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on
shining light on the fraudsters pen
vain deceit
ghostly stats floating in silent scorn
their own applause, no one cares
what is a Baker
if your bread is stale and unsold
your store is empty
a hollow soul
cheaters cheat, they never glow
Feeling catish this morning, surrounded by Zio lies and cheating is easier for me to see when happens elsewhere too, peace be upon you.
Earthquakes of bedlam quell
As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting.
The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation—
Numbness overtakes.
Masks slip, shattering.
Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh,
Revealing the painted doll underneath.
Remove its colourful costume;
Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back.
Strip the howling voices from its waking nightmares.
Feel deadening voids devour any morsel left of a wounded heart,
Whilst balmy plasma metamorphoses into gelid hemoglobin,
Hardening undying devotion into frigid detest.
Titanium walls, reinforced with razor wire, barricade a hollow soul.
For she was mere amusement for the indoctrinated masses—
An illusion of happiness, playing day in and day out.
Listen, as her inviting laugh transmutes into the cackle of hyenas.
Watch the paint, plastered upon an unwilling face, crack one last time.
Her eleventh hour has arrived.
Bear witness to the merciless statuette you birthed.
shadows stretched
from unblinking stone
a sun dares trespass
it's obsidian skin cold
wind whispers unknowns
of forgotten wars
iron tears flown
upon obsidian flank, rust
earth exhales silence, ancient
shrouds frozen breath, dust
within its hollow soul
pushing the rank crust
pulse, violet dark
strange geometries bloom
in the frost upon a base, lost
flock of silent wraiths, gather
circles unknown speak, daggers
ravens scream, unseen
taste of ash n bone
bitter stone
in the air somewhere lingers
broken metronome, marching
sounds all shone
nowhere home, north
a ragged crone, standing
cold monolithic, grace
waiting, watching all alone
Your excuses are cut deep into me,
Every word, a wound on my skin,
They bleed but do not kill,
They weep but do not cry,
I watch myself losing you,
Losing my grip, finger by finger,
With every lie from your mouth,
With every excuse,
They say destiny decides who live or die,
But you choose my death,
A living corpse,
A hollow soul,
They were your excuses,
They became my consequence,
You decided upon the words...
That became our end.
Emotionally numb.
Sitting here in the emptiness,
My mind in a void of emptiness,
As I try to make sense of it all,
But all I feel is a lonely fall.
My broken heart just thumps along,
As I try to find where I belong,
But the emptiness consumes me whole,
Leaving me with a hollow soul.
I try to pour out all my pain,
But my words seem to be in vain,
For in this emptiness there's no one around,
No caring, no feel, no sound.
My thoughts and emotions are in a blur,
As I search for a glimmer of hope to occur,
But all I find are empty echoes,
In this void of emptiness that seems to grow.
I want to break free, to feel alive,
But in this emptiness, I struggle to survive,
My numbness moves along,
As I try to find where I belong.
So I sit here in the emptiness,
Lost in my own thoughts of emptiness,
Hoping one day, this void will disappear,
And I'll emerge from the emptiness, clear.
Inspired by the feeling empty inside.
By starrynight
In shadows deep where truth does weep, There lies a figure, veiled, asleep. A hypocrite, with words so sweet, Yet actions cold, deceit complete.
With lips that part in righteous guise, They weave a web of clever lies. Their tongue a blade, sharp and keen, But veiled behind a mask unseen.
They preach of love and virtue high, Yet in their heart, corruption lies. Their deeds betray the words they speak, A hollow soul, so dark, so bleak.
They claim to stand for what is right, Yet darkness lurks within their sight. They judge and scorn with righteous zeal, While hiding secrets they conceal.
Beneath the cloak of false facade, The hypocrite walks, proud and flawed. But truth will rise, the mask will fall, Exposing lies, revealing all.
So let us strive for honesty, And cast aside hypocrisy. For in the light of truth, we find, The freedom of an honest mind.
In the mirror's gaze, a beaming reflection found..
Ego's captive, their world forever bound.
A facade of grandeur, a charade of delights..
Narcissists embrace, their relentless fights.
Obsessed with self, a hollow soul resides..
Lost in vain pursuits, where empathy subsides.
To laugh or weep, never sees their need..
Trapped, they're blind to all, a prisoner of greed.
Alas, no one here
Empty mind and hollow soul
I sit in silence
This is the era of echoes—
Echoes inside my hollow soul.
This is the time of broken hearts
And lost minds.
This could be a golden world—
Yet instead we are all grey.
A sign of the times—a war within our
Struggling hearts that pump crimson
Blood which shall ooze and trickle from
Our weary eyes.
You’ve left me alone in this necropolis—
And deep within my sepulcher my corpse
Strains to call out your name.
Hedonism echoed
every pore of charlatan
bleeding illusion
mirage of grooves of magic
rode hollow soul to the black hole.
If only the screams were outside my head
Loud enough to deafen the masses
And shatter the glass of your heart
A heart you keep all up inside
Inside the walls of your hollow soul
Empty and vacant
Ghostly
Almost
Near enough to taste
And sweeter than syrup
But when left out
And set up
Crystallized to marble
The fortress is a prison
To keep your evil away
But the eminence of your ego
Is absolute power
So how do I break open my soul?
And pour out the hope over you?
Without any relenting
Emptying me to near nothingness
Just trying to live life in peace
The bullies bring you to your knees
They send the fickle off to war
Not knowing what they are fighting for
We hear what they want us to hear
We fear what they want us to fear
Like animals that are penned
They control us til the end
Marching to the tune and pulling the trigger
Brainwashed to make the powerful bigger
Then tossed on a heap with mind fatality
Left to die with no grip on reality
The weak have no fight and have no say
But maybe they are happy and want it that way
Watching the freaks fight for control
As they live life with a hollow soul
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