EMPTY

by fodder   Aug 14, 2006


Emptied of his emotions
His pain moves in slow motion
The depression in his head
Makes him wish he was dead
His hatred is clear
He is his own fear
Feeling rejected
Depression injected
Suicidal dreaming
Silently screaming
Just another hollow soul
In this f**ked up
Hollow world

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