Hollow
Emptiness bites through the skin deep mask
That we all wear but swear doesn’t exist
Pain collides head on with the truth
That no façade can dispel to the wind;
Where there once was gaiety and frivolous joy
There now resides a pitiful cry
An aching desire that moans in the night
And sails the waves of despair in the day;
A cold and useless derivative view
Garnered in safekeeping for times like these
When the undertow sucks its prey to the depths
Engulfing the helpless in a haze of damage;
There is nothing left throughout ground or sky
But Nothing remains when all else goes to die
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on the inside.
tres uno cero. nueve cuatro cuatro. cinco dos seis tres.
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