

HollowHollow, empty soul Oh, won't you fill with something Won't you fill with woe?Hollow


SimpleMy heart beats out verses of sorrow, Played with my instrument of woe, A simple guitar, A simple pain, A simple man.Simple


Imitation of LifeRibbons of metal twist and turn, Forming a creation inhuman and yet shaped so, An imitation of life, A mockery of breath and blood.Imitation of Life
Upon reaching full construction, It shudders and heaves a great sigh, Cold eyes opening to view the world, And it cries.
First life rewards it with destruction, And chaos, A world crumbling into despair, Oblivion all but here.
Is this life? It asks, But no answer comes, Save for the sounds of war and corruption, Angering the creation.
It would be better to not have lived at all, &


Empty HouseIt is but an empty house,Empty House
Haunted with the unmerciful echoes of my footsteps, A discordant song, A melody of woe, I am alone, In an empty house, With but the noise of my feet for friends, For company, And soon that will fade too, Just like me, In this empty house.
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"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."- Mark Twain
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