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Empty the world will be, of nothingness we scream, truth does it all seem. |
Hollow Thy Bone by Keaton Foster Hollow thy bone Broken said home Emptied spaces Craterous nations Devoid of meaning Subjective Such reason Broken into pieces Unsustainable This shape Crashing down All around A home cannot stand Without foundation Crushing the weight Unable to escape One’s own being A hell of a thing Gravity that is Pulling at us Never does it stop So surreal Quite real Understand one can Every other cannot Explanation Thus stagnation Knowing better Pain above all Hope, a hole Deeper does it go Into forever’s bosom Wickedness inclined Tediousness enshrined Built upon bones Relics of a past Inescapable mistakes Made by others As well as myself I have failed Them all Thyself I cannot stand I cannot rise above Down I have gone Looking up I remain I see the world From the lowest point All that is true All that is dark I see within my purview I am no fool Nor am I a genius In between All that is known And most of what is not People, quite capable Evil monsters Abhorrent spectacles With tedious tentacles Reaching out for me Grabbing the likes of you Pulling us down Further into an abyss Of nothingness Meaninglessness Hollow thy bone Broken said home Emptied spaces Craterous nations Devoid of meaning Subjective Said reason I cannot stand For any of you Or my own damn self… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2020 |